As it happens, there was a second party I ended up attending. Grace was scheduled to begin work at the University medical center nest week, but had agreed to be put on call ahead of time. So, wouldn't you know it, she gets called in yesterday and today.
The doctors and nurses there had a little Thanksgiving celebration there, and Grace called me at home this morning and said to come on down and bring something; the ER was dead and she could use some company. And a peach pie. And a goose (all they had was ham and turkey). Fortunately, I had both ready to go, so I popped the goose into the oven early instead of waiting until Grace got home, and made some matching stuffing, and headed off to the hospital (and when I say I did those things, I mean Sissy did them while I bossed her around). Everyone was in scrubs but me, and the other guests, so it was strange mixture of scrubs, casual wear, and a few people popping in from family dinners dressed to the nines. We were going to be around young doctors, so Sissy was wearing a low cut top and miniskirt, and I was in a simple green and brown dress (
this one), with mary jane flats. I didn't look nearly as nice, but felt a lot more comfortable.
It was much more relaxed, and a lot more fun than Tuesday night. Grace and I danced a little, my goose was inhaled in about ten minutes, and we got to go visit with some of the kids in the children's ward and play with them.
This is my idea of a party.
Gilda