One of the things that is nice about living small is that the money we used to spend on "stuff" and house upkeep, is now being saved and used for experience. This Mother's Day weekend was planned long in advance and was much better than any gift I could have received. (Although I did score a Starbucks gift card and a Michael Buble CD from my honey and little princess).
Every year, our friends, who live on a small air strip, have a giant birthday party for each other at their hanger. They always have a rockabilly band and tons of food and friends. I missed it last year. We heard a few months ago that they had recruited the neighbors to participate too, and a big band and swing dance club were coming in, along with lots of aircraft for flyovers, tons of cars, etc...
VinTage Flair (sweet Lynne is the best at vintage style!) for victory rolls and Shirley Temple ringlets.
We kicked off the weekend with an overnight trip to my mom-in-laws for pizza and girl talk, breakfast the next morning, and then a quick trip to Lynne's for a style session.
I heard that later there was a German officer "arrested" and paraded through the hangers. Buddy's Big Band provided lots of music for dancing with your sweetie. We ate too much and played not enough...and drove to a hotel exhausted.
I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. It was fabulous in all the ways it should have been. The best part was that it wasn't just me that enjoyed it...we all did.