The day was insane, but not as bad as it could have been. I did the stuffing, boiled the giblet and neck for gravy, and made green bean casserole (I know, I know, but it's J's favorite) on Saturday. The bird went into its brine that night and we dug out the silver. We tend to use our crystal all the time, but there are a couple sets I save for special occasions and got those out. We pulled the china and set the table. We cleaned and tidied and waited for Sunday.
That day, I did the bird in the morning, then kept it safe in the oven away from interested parties. TBG did the peas and onions - not a rousing success this year. He vacuumed while I tended to last minute details. The boys arrived at one and we hit the ground running, first to Toot Sweets for lunch, then to the show. For some reason, it ran long and despite my thought to leave at intermission, I didn't. I raced home and started the oven heating for the apps. It was now 5:10 and Jeff was due at 5:15.
The guys got back and starting helping out. By the time Jeff arrived, the apps were finished, the fire was going, the candles were lit and Spikey was ready to curl up in a corner with a large bottle of wine. Instead, I made the cream for the peas & onions, did the gravy, and got everything in the oven. Microwaved the mashed potatoes, which MaryAnn Denay had made for Barb's Thanksgiving. There were too many and she gave me the extra. I have to send her a nice card of thanks.
Then suddenly, we were eating, drinking and laughing. The evening flew and the guys finally headed home around ten. TBG cleaned the kitchen for me while I put the living room and dining back to rights (it sounds fussy, but with five cats, you learn. You learn.
Saturday night I worked for Araceli and that was interesting. We were sold out save for one regular seat and a wheelchair spot. If the wheelchair seat doesn't sell, we place a chair there and sell it as a regular seat. Someone bought those and then people started showing up in droves. We ended up with about eight seats that were sold, but that the patrons didn't use. Those end up as donations. It wasn't crazy except for the last five minutes or so, then the show started and we were off.
Sunday, it was a madhouse when one of the Will Call ladies gave the wrong tickets to the wrong group. There are two groups, both called The Commons, but very different and she gave all the tickets to one group. So, so glad I wasn't in the box office on Sunday. Hell hath no fury like a little old lady who is told she has to change seats.
Monday we were very quiet. Everyone was gone except yours truly. There were a few calls and we are now down to a grand total of 40 tickets left for the entire run. People are not happy. However, the folks who have seen the show are and the donations to our Season of Giving donation drive are showing that. We are flush with money at the moment and it's a wonderful feeling.
Today we have a special event coming in and that's always a stressful time as they start wanting a podium and a mic and end wanting a Broadway musical. Sigh... this is one of the times I'm glad to be an office manager and not the shop foreperson. Brian is not happy at all with the prospect of working tonight.
Now, all the Thanksgiving/autumn things are packed away and stored for another year. My dining room is filled with boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations. For the moment, downstairs looks barren and dull, but tonight we will start working to make a little Christmas. The cats, as always, are ready to lend a paw. This is the weekend that we go up to Sutter Creek/Jackson for their open house. All the stores stay open and provide munchies. There are carolers and Santa and the missus roam the streets Friday night. Saturday will be shopping, wine tasting and then, that night, walking in the Posada, then dinner at the Imperial Hotel. Sunday we will pile into the Bronco and head over to Pollock Pines to slaughter a tree (you can tell I'm not fond of this part). Afterwards, we will stop in Placerville for lunch and then home, sweet home. That night and the next day, we will decorate it... the following day, we will redecorate it... and again the next day... life with cats is seldom boring. never fear, we have special, non-breakable ornaments for the bottom half of the tree. It's just easier that way.
And there you have it, life around the Spikestead. No great shakes...
Oh, but guess what we are going to see on the big screen tomorrow! Need a hint?