Tents, Chinette, and Table Cloths

We made some progress and have a plan for where exactly at the pond the tables will be placed - although we will have to map it out. I cannot be involved in mapping because I have zero spacial relations - as evidenced by my lack of short game in golf and the fact that I refuse to measure things (i.e., it took me 30 minutes to fit the draft dodgers under the door - opening and closing and cutting and putting back in the little satchels and then closing the door ...rinse wash repeat. Jess on the other hand looked at it cut it put it in the satchel inserted in door and presto chango it fit. Jess will be on mapping out tables, chairs, tents, cars, etc.

We also decided that renting china was a waste. We are not china people and so hello Chinette - or some version of nice disposable dishes, plates, utensils, etc.

Picture this - beautiful summer day, people happily eating, drinking, swimming, sunning, chatting, dancing, etc - and then you look over and there are table cloths billowing in the warm (sweltering) breeze. Nice right. Well I mentioned that the table cloths should be all different colors and designs because in my head that is nice and reminded me of a small bistro in Santorini (if they call them bistros) and it was all romantic. As I was musing in my head Jess was shooting me the daggers of death. Ok not quite death but baffled amusement!? Anyway apparently that would not look as nice as I have it in my head. Probably because she knows me and I will try to dig things out of our closet and the closets of our friends and the wind will be less Mediterranean chic and more like billowing clothes lines with cat furred twin sheets of the transformers and sponge bob squarepants!