One spring break long ago, my grandparents took me and my siblings to the Oregon coast, where we visited Keiko the killer whale from Free Willy. We also stopped by a large mansion (I believe the Pittock Mansion here in Portland?), and my grandma took me and my sister to a tea house nearby. I think I remember the tea tasting funny, (and thinking when the food came, "that's all?") but it was one of the most memorable moments of the trip for me.
A few weeks ago my friends chose to go to a tea house for a joint birthday party, and I didn't know what to expect. My first thought was "man, that's girly." But I like my friends, and I dressed in my most grandma, tea-party-esque dress for the occasion. (To show even more how much I like my friends, I washed my hair.)
No need to worry. It was AWESOME. The herbal teas were super good, I ate tiny sandwiches with the crusts cut off, and I felt like I was living in the tea party Kenz and I (and our trolls) would pretend to have in our room when we were eight. Lesson learned: Super girly does not always mean super gag-inducing.
I could have imagined more interesting teacups, but you can't ask for perfection.
3 comments:
that picture is priceless. I love it. oh mal you make me laugh!
I like the lesson learned. Lets go again. I want more of that tea. I should have bought some.
Hollyn would love something like that. Speaking of tea sets she loves the tea set you guys got her for Christmas. We use it all the time. Hollyn will not let Paige tough it because she's afraid she will break it.
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