This Girl Deserves a Party

"We want to throw you a party," my visiting teachers said one day, "Do you want to get a limo and see a Broadway show, have a night on the town? Where would you like to go? Who would you like to invite?"

Oh, boy. A party! Should we go to the exclusivo Vargo's with the famous gardens that I've always wanted to see?

Or how about Rainbow Lodge, the quaint hunting cabin set on an acre of flowers in the middle of the city, famous for its wild game? (I once ate emu and buffalo there--on the same plate!)
Then there was the new Grove restaurant right in the heart of downtown Houston, among the skyscrapers, but surrounded by a city park. Their rooftop dining area is called the Treehouse.In the end, we ditched the limo idea and decided we'd rather just hang out yacking together at a local joint rather than spend the evening sitting in expensive velvet seats facing forward and listening to highly-paid professionals sing to us.

Now my friends are beginning to RSVP for the event and asking if I'm registered anywhere. Not yet. Can you register at Cindie's? I don't cook!