and another thing!

Why do people insist on pressing the already-lit buttons on an elevator when they board?  Or come up to the button you just pressed indicating you’d like to go up, and press it again?  Do they think it makes the elevator go faster?  Do they think they’re doing something productive?  It makes no sense. Why else would I be standing there?

The New Yorker article on elevators taught me that the door-close buttons do not work in any elevator built since the mid-90s. So, don’t press those either unless you’re a fireman or maintenence person and have the key!

what it means to be a harrington

OK, if you know what I’m talking about, please chime in here, but do you think I’m weird/crazy/cool for wanting my eventual future wedding reception to resemble the bazaar from Pollyanna as closely as possible? Watermelon slices, huuuge layer cakes, amazing music, lively dancing, quilts, and JAPANESE LANTERNS??

I am the worst because I never posted about my Fancy Party!

This was the menu (with photos to explain):

Beverages

Various red wines

Various white wines

Prosecco

Spiced rum cider

The Cape Codder

Food (not all was captured photographically)

Endive leaves with guac and hummus

Caprese skewers

Cha goi

Chicken tidbits with marinara and honey mustard

Bacon-wrapped chipotle lime shrimp

Cheese board consisting of:  Brie, blue, cheddar, goat, and smoked gouda

Apple-cucumber matchstick salad

Cheddar cumin coins

Assorted olives

Szechuan chicken skewers

Bruschetta with tomato topping

Other assorted obvious things such as bread, small pickles, and sliced fruits

For the most part, the dress code was followed except for one particularly offensive guest (Matt).  We forgive him though since it was midnight on a Saturday and he had just gotten home from work.

ALL the food was gone at the end.

We listened to fancy music, danced, played games, and everyone took home a fancy gift bag containing the soundtrack of the evening, waxen cheese, a bottle of pelligrino, rocher truffle, and a copy of the very latest New Yorker.  It was harvest-themed.

I’ll probably be ready to do another one in late Spring.  EEE!