Jun 01, 2013 21:31
Today I went in to work to be staff at a party.
The last time (and my first) it was not much fun, because I was "assisting" amateurs playing waitstaff, who also are people of The Committee, so it felt a bit like too many chiefs, and only one Indian. Not so today.
Wholly different--a 60th anniversary party, with stages, a more limited family reception after a larger party had cake and snacks.
I work in a big old house, one designed to have maids running up the stairs to the ballroom, or sneaking in the dining room from the side with trays. I was so enamoured of the Victorian period as a young girl that I felt a delight in running upstairs to the freezer for dinner rolls, up two flights of stairs to the third floor, just because.
We the help were in our own little world, while people told stories at dinner on each other.
The young women hosting were very together, very clear in their vision for the party. It was funny to see all the family start relaxing as they had more to drink, even when it meant we were trying to find an appropriate moment to carry in desserts and people were rambling in their speeches.
I've also never seen a group of people and thought "They're a handsome family" --such a literary kind of phrase--but this family was exactly that. You can see why, looking at the banner made from the starring couple's wedding photo. It looked as true vintage as it is, and they were so cute.
Still are, actually.
An honor to be part of such a fun celebration.
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