Last weekend was a trip!
Yolanda hosted a psychedelic 60s birthday party for me and our good friend, Marianne, at the O Street Mansion. The O is a trip in itself. It’s chock full of crazy memorbilia across several townhouses connected by twisted stairways and secret doors. We arrived in a downpour, only to come face to face with life-size versions of our former selves. Scary!
About 40 fullly mature adults dressed for the occasion, some looking mighty comfortable in their tie dyed t-shirts, mini skirts and….more than their share of HAIR!
That’s an even younger version of yours truly keeping an eye on Craig and Matt.
Ed Terry was our tripped-out totally hip DJ for the evening. He put together an awesome play list of rockin’ 60s tunes that kept us on our feet and humming along.
Friends from many parts of our lives joined us to celebrate our youthful indescretions, which as they say, “if you remember, then you weren’t there.” Cindy was definately there!
Our English revolutionary friend, Sarah, came up from WIlliamsburg and our elegant friend Janet, came down from Philiadelphia to stay with us. The girls had a make-up party in advance, extending their eyelashes by at least 2 inches!
Before I move on I want to give a big shout out to May, who made a valiant attempt to drive through violent thunderstorms to join us from Warrenton, Virginia. She was all dolled up and ready to go, but was thwarted by the threat of tornados! Cheers to May, whom we missed.
The party promptly ended at 10:00, but that was too early for this crowd! We packed up and carted the birthday loot to the Urbana Bar under the Palomar Hotel, where we caused a sitr!
It was a gas! Thanks to all of our hip cool groovy friends who joined us inthis psychedelic trip!