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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Friday, March 28, 2014

Such a good day!

As I mentioned yesterday, Jacquie and I were joining our group for a luncheon and fashion show fund raiser at The Club. We did get our pictures taken but so far no one has posted. Jacquie took a 'selfie' of us (I think it's my first one, though she did the photography) but was not happy with the results. So, we will have to wait until the official shots are posted online.  
We had the best seats in the house to view the 'models', many of the ladies being elected officials from the county or officers in the FRWC group. Not all of the models were svelte, either, which was fantastic. The clothes came from a boutique on Southside and we really liked the fashions. Everything that was in style years ago is coming back including crocheted over tunics, palazzo pants, and fruit colors. Many of the items were perfect for packing in luggage, mix 'n match pieces for ease of packing, and all cute cute cute!

After the show and luncheon, Jacquie and I went outside to sit by the pool on the filthy patio. Thanks to the winds the day before, the water and entire area was littered with tree residue and yes, pollen. No matter, we sat at a table and soaked up the sun, talking for an hour or so. It will be nice when we can do this in swimsuits instead of coats and long pants!

That night was church where Pastor Hoyer was guest preacher. All went well, once they got the computer to work which runs the MIDI. That was a close one! 
Terri T. had wanted us to go eat before church but that would have been too rushed for Justin, just getting home from work and such. Justin suggested we go to Panda Express after church so we did. I was ahead of him in line (he is ever the gentleman!). When I ordered the bowl of orange chicken and fried rice, he made the server stop dishing it up, thinking I knew not what I was doing. He forgot that this is what I order there and feared I would not like the spicy chicken. He had the really hot stuff, the type that makes him sweat like George Costanza. Ha, always with the "Seinfeld"!