RAIN PARTY


Sat Night – we’d planned a feast – our last one for this trip –

Johnny in the kitchen

It began with Laura and Don and Susan and Faru – all from Sarasota (COUNT 6) – and then it kept growing to include Jeff and Suzanne from Indiana (they are leaving Tuesday) and their daughter Lauren and her sweetheart Andrew,  (COUNT 10) and of course we had to invite our neighbors Lonna and Martin (COUNT 12) and Shari from NY and Jean, our other neighbor, and if Linda and Chris got back in time…. (COUNT 16!).

Well, What the Heck!  We certainly had enough food: We were going to serve oysters (Fresh Shucked, Steamed, Roasted) and Pulled Pork (which I cooked all day, outdoors on the cowboy cooker on Thursday) and Spare Ribs (marinated for two days) and Chicken (also marinated and baked)
And everyone was helping with Coleslaw(Lonna) Decorations (Lauren) Dessert (Suzanne) and Wine and Beer (Laura, Don, Jeff, Susan, Faru)

Everything was going nicely – the pork was pulled and seasoned, the garden looked lovely with extra tables and chairs and tablecloths and flowers and stations for shucking and drinks and yacking —

John shopped for candles and rope lighting to illuminate inside the shade tent and it looked lovely — Sure there had been some rain throughout the day but nothing major.  Thunder rumbles and a shower here and there….

And then it hit!  Hurricane Rain – just before 7 – when everyone was to arrive.

Hurricane Rain

Sheets and Sheets of it – obliterating the view, sweeping rivers down the street… and eventually the tent, too  = crumpled by wind and crushed by water.

As the rain began

CRUMPLED TENT

CRUSHED TENT

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It was a long, hard  rain with no break between the drops – just one long strand of unending water. GPS’s were refreshed minute by minute – how long would it last? would there be a break to dash to the car or the house? When was the next cell going to hit?

In the middle of it all, the guest arrived – sprinting across the flooding backyard with trays of tarts in one hand and the umbrella in the other.

Let me in, let me in!

Holy Cow!

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Daisy Greeting Suzanne

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Laughter reigned too, as each person pushed innto the small front porch, shaking off the water and entering the house.

What else was there to do?  Sure the  Coats, Shoes, Shirts were Soaked. But a mop of a towel and a refreshment in hand and some noshes on the table, and we were good to go.

Reconfigured DR Table opened up the room - chairs scattered against the wall

The Living & Dining area had already been re-arranged to accommodate the party indoors.  Not ideal, but doable.

Susan and Faru enjoy a nosh on a clam dip and a salsa dip

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Lauren and Mom Suzanne look Great! Despite the torrents.

Laura Pearson looking for wine "Oh stop wining!" "NO!"

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Lauren and sweetheart Andrew (such a great couple!)

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Then it ended. The curtain – the solid wall of water – moved past and left us cool, fresh air and a mess in the backyard.

Tent Uprighted - no one touch it or blow on it!

Maaaaah-tin - a great friend, neighbor, man

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Martin and I investigated the tent and began bailing water out of it, hoping it would stand erect when we pulled it back up.  It Did!  A bit wobbly and battered but standing!

John bravely plugged the lights in .  Viola!  Illumination.

What about a fire?  Could we get one going? Yes, again, thanks to Faru and Martin, – who went home, got a board and a vice grip, and attached the board over the cowboy cooker in event of future rain….which was forecasted by the GPS — another cell coming our way in about 20 minutes.  We paid no mind to that matter.

It Is FIRE!

Wipe Down and Re-set up! Let's do it!

John got out more towels (thank heavens Tom and Boyd have such a well stocked place) and wiped down the tables and chairs, lit the candles and we were in business!

All we needed were the oysters by the shed – which Don and Faru had to cross a river to get!.

The water sat on the sand like a pond and then – suddenly – disappeared.

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I began shucking oysters(which was supposed to be over and done with an hour previously) as the fire was gathering strength. to steam the oysters open.

Lauren – what a trooper – grabbed another knife and shucks away too. EEE GOD, we have a bushel of oysters!!!

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220 OYSTERS in a BUSHEL (now you know)

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.At a certain point, I suddenly felt pain in my haunches from standing, hunched over the oysters, and had to sit down.

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Laura P heating up the pulled pork! LifeSaver!

That was around 8:30, as John remembers, and Laura Pearson stepped in, pulling together the rest of the meal and getting all hands on deck to get it served – outside – the second rain had skirted us – under the tent – and it was done.

Laura, Don, Faru and Susan (sort of) Finally eating dinner!

We ate, drank, talked, shared, laughed, and appreciated the beautiful night around loaned tables and chairs, in glowing candlelight.

It was good. . . . . .

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Lonna - who made a delicious coleslaw - family recipe

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Mom and Daughter - extraordinary!

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Artist Shari! Delightful conversationalist

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Bucks keep an ear on the party just inside the back door.

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Dessert Time! Key Lime and Cherry Cream Tarts from the Island Girl Cake shop. YUMM!

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TARTS!

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Daisy gets a manicure (or would that be pedicure?)

Saited and Seated

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Lauren and Andrew

Jolly Jeffrey

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.We didn’t eat half the oyster … and I have a large casserole of pulled pork and half as much chicken still … but because everyone pitched in, the kitchen wasn’t a disaster and John and I silently worked to pull it together before we collapsed at midnight.

John always does more on the clean up than me, always. Bless him.

I’m glad we did it but just for the record: I’m never doing it again!  ; >

Ahhh - now to bed!

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4 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by Maura on March 25, 2012 at 10:20 am

    That looked like a WONDERFUL WONDERFUL evening!!! Thanks for sharing all your fla. memories with us. xoxoxo

    Reply

  2. Posted by benita ryan on March 25, 2012 at 11:56 am

    Oh Shucks!! WISH I could have been there too!! and yes, Laura, for the record……..you MUST always be wanting to do this again!!!

    xoxBenita

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  3. Posted by Mark McCullough on March 25, 2012 at 11:59 am

    OK….you’re clearly experiencing Extended Vacation Dementia (EVD). Time to come HOME.

    m

    Reply

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