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June 13, 2012


a grand day for a garden party
posted by soe 11:58 pm

On Saturday, John, Nicole, Rudi, and I took part in the annual Seersucker Social.

We met at Fort Reno — along with several hundred other cyclists — in our best bibs and tuckers.

Organizers Holly Bass and Eric Brewer

Nicole Vamps for the Camera

We biked a modest four miles across Rock Creek Park to the Hillwood Estate.

The Crowd Assembles

We ate, drank, and attempted to dance the Charleston to the sounds of a live band. Some of us were better at this than others.

Dandy Wellington and His Band

We laid on the grass and talked. We walked through the gardens. I got tossed out of the mansion.*

Lounging

Tableau

The croquet course and badminton courts were full, but there was no line to play with the hula hoops.

Badminton

We danced a bit more and then pedaled back down to town, having passed a perfectly lovely afternoon.

A Bicycle Built for Two

Nicole and Me

(The rest of the shots I’ve posted are here.)


*Rich old ladies do not like you to walk around their homes without shoes on, even when they’ve been been dead nearly 40 years.

It should be noted that I was shoeless because my shoe broke, not because I was being willfully anti-establishment. It also should be noted that while I was not thrown out of the Met for touching a sarcophagus (I know, I know. I was a teenager who did not, at the time, realize what a stupid thing that was to do.), I was for a rather trifling violation here.

I’d also like to mention that I knew they were going to toss me out and that I skittered off to see what I could before they caught me. Turns out, when you have to come back to the main hall to move from one room to the next, that that’s only two rooms — neither of which contain the famed FabergĂ© eggs.

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