I'm a big fan of a segment on Robert Scoble's show called "Photowalking with Thomas Hawk." Scoble follows Thomas, a free-lance photographer in San Francisco, around as Thomas takes pictures of stuff, and discusses photography. It's been hugely educational to me as an amateur photographer, and I highly recommend it to anyone who'd like to improve the quality of their pictures, regardless of the sophistication of their camera.
The Downtown Mebane Merchants' Association (or some such thing with a similar title) was hosting a Spring Shoppers Stroll to lure people downtown to the Clay Street area to check out what is becoming a really cool little business district. Camera in hand, we set off to see what it was all about.
After scarfing some free lunch courtesy of Clearwire, we perused the many shops of Clay Street. It wasn't until we were inside Elegant Relic, a fine antiques store owned by our neighbors when I started taking pictures of Tristan in front of a big window that I realized that this place would be awesome for a little Thomas Hawk-esque photo-op.
The picture of Tristan led to others. Like this little Geisha on the table next to him.
Next to the Tiny Geisha was a cool chandelier.
Behind that was an awesome art deco-style radio.
And on top of that was a Tiffany-style dragonfly lamp.
On the walk down the stairs from the upstairs to the ground floor, I noticed that the building itself with it's turn-of-the-century (20th) style was its own art.
The walk continued on to the antique store across the street, where I photographed some old film SLR cameras, to the Sweet Tooth pastry shop, where the coconut pie, chocolate raspberry cake, and blondie though delectable, were not photoworthy. We continued on to Solgarden, a cool, eclectic gift and home-furnishing shop, where the pictures were just okay. View them here.
Check back at the end of April for the Mebane Dogwood Festival, conveniently timed to be about a month past when the Mebane Dogwoods are in full bloom.
Saturday, March 31, 2007
The Rabbit of Easter; He bring of the eggs
Cedarock Park in southern Alamance County hosts a Easter egg hunt every year. Since T and Z were with in the allowable age range, and it was a beautiful day, we decided to visit one of our favorite parks to check it out.
There were thousands of eggs in several different areas, segregated by age. Zoe took part in the 10:30 5-7 year old hunt.
Tristan's was at 11:00, and was for the eight to ten year-olds. His strategy to sprint to the back of the field and work forward was very successful.
Along the way we encountered the Rabbit of Easter, the Chic-Fil-A cow, the Kreiders, and a whole slew of rednecks, replete with tatoos, piercings, random facial hair, cigarettes, NASCAR attire, and non-traditional grammar. But I digress. . .
This was Anika Kreider's first Easter, (and egg hunt) and she was pretty into it.
Additional photos (taken by Christine and/or Jason):
There were also amusements like a bounce house, health screenings, rock wall, and funnel cake stands. The lines were out of hand, so we moved on. We'll definitely return next year.
There were thousands of eggs in several different areas, segregated by age. Zoe took part in the 10:30 5-7 year old hunt.
Tristan's was at 11:00, and was for the eight to ten year-olds. His strategy to sprint to the back of the field and work forward was very successful.
Along the way we encountered the Rabbit of Easter, the Chic-Fil-A cow, the Kreiders, and a whole slew of rednecks, replete with tatoos, piercings, random facial hair, cigarettes, NASCAR attire, and non-traditional grammar. But I digress. . .
This was Anika Kreider's first Easter, (and egg hunt) and she was pretty into it.
Additional photos (taken by Christine and/or Jason):
There were also amusements like a bounce house, health screenings, rock wall, and funnel cake stands. The lines were out of hand, so we moved on. We'll definitely return next year.
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Friday, March 30, 2007
Spring Soccer, Week 5
Well, the Strikers finally turned it around, beating the Allstars 3-2, with all of the Strikers' goals being scored by Tristan.
It was a 7:30 pm game, so there are no pictures, plus the fact that I wasn't at the game to take pictures either. What's starting to trouble me is that the team does better when I'm not there. . . like in last season's tournament, and now this. I'm starting to see a pattern. . .
Next match: Friday April 13th, vs. Martinho's.
It was a 7:30 pm game, so there are no pictures, plus the fact that I wasn't at the game to take pictures either. What's starting to trouble me is that the team does better when I'm not there. . . like in last season's tournament, and now this. I'm starting to see a pattern. . .
Next match: Friday April 13th, vs. Martinho's.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Spring Soccer, Week 4, Part B
Saturday afternoon's game was against the Hornets. Different team, same ending. The Strikers got creamed, probably something like 10-1, with one 1 once again coming from from Tristan.
Here's a picture of that, though you'll have to take my word for it.
Both kids played well, and Zoe's getting more aggressive, like she used to be in U6.
And the random, other pictures of the day.
Saturday night the youth at Mebane Presbyterian Church (MPC) had a pancake supper and dessert auction. The only thing that could top that would maybe be pork rib night with microbrew sampling. At events like this, I'm sure they lose money on Tristan, who certainly ate more than his $3 kids ticket's worth of food.
Here's a picture of that, though you'll have to take my word for it.
Both kids played well, and Zoe's getting more aggressive, like she used to be in U6.
And the random, other pictures of the day.
Saturday night the youth at Mebane Presbyterian Church (MPC) had a pancake supper and dessert auction. The only thing that could top that would maybe be pork rib night with microbrew sampling. At events like this, I'm sure they lose money on Tristan, who certainly ate more than his $3 kids ticket's worth of food.
Friday, March 23, 2007
Spring Soccer, Week 4, Part A
Week four of soccer? What happened to weeks one, two, and three?
Week one was a night game, and since I know I don't have the capacity to take decent photos of night games, I didn't even bother. The Strikers lost, by the way, maybe 5-1. The "1" coming from Tristan. We hope he gets into the scoring habit early.
Week two was a postponement due to somebody's scheduling issue.
Week three was a rainout. Actually the rain was on Friday, but the fields were in no shape for playing by Saturday.
So this week there are two scheduled games; Friday at 6:15 against the Hammers, and Saturday at 12:30 against the Hornets.
The Friday game couldn't have had better weather. 75F and sunny. That didn't stop the Strikers from losing though, 5 or 6 to 1. No Roths scored in this game.
There were plenty of pictures to be taken, what with the good light and all. Here are but a few.
Next game tomorrow, 12:30. Weather prediction: Mostly sunny, 82F
Week one was a night game, and since I know I don't have the capacity to take decent photos of night games, I didn't even bother. The Strikers lost, by the way, maybe 5-1. The "1" coming from Tristan. We hope he gets into the scoring habit early.
Week two was a postponement due to somebody's scheduling issue.
Week three was a rainout. Actually the rain was on Friday, but the fields were in no shape for playing by Saturday.
So this week there are two scheduled games; Friday at 6:15 against the Hammers, and Saturday at 12:30 against the Hornets.
The Friday game couldn't have had better weather. 75F and sunny. That didn't stop the Strikers from losing though, 5 or 6 to 1. No Roths scored in this game.
There were plenty of pictures to be taken, what with the good light and all. Here are but a few.
Next game tomorrow, 12:30. Weather prediction: Mostly sunny, 82F
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Anatomy of a Business Trip
It was time to return to Pennsylvania for work, this time a three-day, two-night trip.
Now generally, I'm one of those strange people that not only doesn't mind business travel, I actually enjoy it. Maybe because I haven't done it so much that I've become a jaded road warrior, or maybe it's just my nature to enjoy being on the road. Granted, southeastern PA is the farthest thing from an exotic location to me, being that it is the homeland and all, but at least I know my way around.
Leave the house at 6:00 Wednesday morning, drive to RDU, park, take the shuttle from Purple 3 (the official economy parking lot of The Traveling Roths) to the A terminal. Ridiculous "security" procedures, and an on-time departure from gate 22 on a Canadair small jet.
On-time arrival at PHL via runway 35, which runs perpendicular to the main 9R-27L and 9L-27R runways that parallel the Delaware river. This was very disorienting as I didn't even realize they still used that runway for commercial traffic.
Get the rental car (a Chevy Cobalt) and off to West Conshohocken. Meet up with Bill, my PA counterpart, and work on a reporting project all morning.
For lunch, Bill suggested Cifelli's in Bridgeport. . . just up PA 23.
It's a tiny deli that's been around a long time, but just changed ownership. I didn't see a menu, but I knew that if I ordered an Italian Hoagie, they'd probably know what I meant. I didn't know what they meant, however, when they set wrapped sandwich down on the counter and called out, "Shad?". Shad?!? Isn't that a fish? What the hell kind of messed up hoagie was that? Bill pointed to it and said, "That's yours." No way. Seriously? Bill then explained that the "shad" referred to the special homemade roll that was the specialty of the house, and that my sandwich remained fish-free. Oh. OK. Freak-out averted. We took our food back to GSK and ate in the break room. No surprise here, but it was a great sandwich, complemented with some Herr's Kettle Cooked Sour Cream and Onion chips (which you also can't get in North Carolina) and some Canada Dry Vanilla Cream Soda.
Back to work for the rest of the afternoon. The weather was really nice for Pennsylvania in winter, getting up close to 80F. Can't complain about that. After work, I checked in to my hotel, the Hampton Inn in King of Prussia. I have to admit, it's weird staying in a hotel in KoP, but I got used to it. I drove out to the folks' house with the initial intention of surprising Mom on her birthday, but since Dad hadn't responded to my e-mails or messages on his cell phone, I'd be surprising him too. And surprised they were. I gave Mom her card and present, and without too much difficulty, convinced them that they needed to go out to eat. We went to Longhorn in one of those Chester County strip malls that was just a horse farm a year or two ago.
After dinner and some hanging out, it was back to the hotel.
Thursday. It was still pretty warm, but it was raining. I was invited to sit in on a staff meeting at the Upper Providence (Collegeville) site that I've never actually been in before. The UP site was one I used to drive past twice a day when I worked in Conshohocken back in 93-94. At the time, I had wished that I worked there. It was some other company back then, and the rumor was that they paid people with backgrounds like mine something in the neighborhood of $30,000, which was a far cry from the $9/hr I was making at the time. Now I did work there. . . kind of. . . in a sense. I at least now have a GSK ID badge with my picture on it that opens the gates and doors.
After the morning meeting, it was back to the Upper Merion (aka West Conshohocken) site. Maureen had picked up a paper shopping bag full of Philly soft pretzels, which is not uncommon at businesses in that area, but it turns out there is a chain of pretzel stores that sells Philly-style pretzels. Finally! Now I enjoy an allegedly Amish mall pretzel covered in chocolate jimmies and gummi bears or whatever they coat them with as much as the next guy, but a Philly pretzel is where it's at for my taste. The late nights leaving the Spectrum after a concert, usually with Andy, buying five pretzels for a buck from some shady character with a stolen shopping cart full of them, and washing it down with a warm $1 can of soda. What could be more wonderful? Now the Philadelphia Soft Pretzel Factory can bring that little authentic taste of Philly to an affordably-priced franchise opportunity near you.
But I digress. . . . Back to work. Lunch at the cafeteria, where Aramark also provides their over-priced, under-delicious food, and disturbingly, people dressed in scrubs eat lunch in the same room as those of us wearing clean clothing. More work for the afternoon.
After work, I made the reverse commute back to the folks' for some corned beef and cabbage for dinner, and the chance to rewire Dad's stereo, and bring the nice TV in from the RV. At least there was no sailboat transit involved. I took a ride through Pottstown on the way back, and found the location of their Philly Soft Pretzel Factory franchise. It's on East High Street, in the little strip mall where Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips used to be, next to Pat's Beverage. (That description is for the benefit of my brothers, and anyone else from around there who has moved away, who also find the historical references more useful than modern ones.)
Friday morning, and I already had the feeling it was going to be a long day. The forecast was for wintry precip, and before I even opened the shades on my room, I could hear the ice pellets bouncing off the air conditioner. All through the morning, flights were being canceled at the PHL airport, but my 5:30 direct flight to RDU was allegedly still on. With that being the case, and the sleet starting to pick up, it was clear that I'd have to leave even more time to get to the airport.
But I didn't have to leave so early as to miss eating lunch at my favorite Conshohocken eatery, Flanigan's Boathouse.
Bill had spoken so highly of the crabcake sandwich the last time we were there (see July 2006) that I knew I had to try it. Bill was right. The chunks of crab were as big as lump crabmeat-sized pieces of chicken, plus The Boathouse has the best seasoned salt-seasoned fries around. You also get a souvenir cup to take with you!
We trudged back through the slush to the car, and drove back to the work. The afternoon was short, as everyone was admonishing me, "You'd better leave now." Crap. I had planned on swinging through Norristown to get some pretzels to take home, but now I was paranoid about not getting to the airport in time for my alleged flight.
It turns out the drive to PHL wasn't all that bad by Philly standards. I had plenty of time, even with returning my rental car. I couldn't believe what I saw in the terminal. The lines were interminable. (See what I did there?)
I don't know if it was all people who had been stranded, or just people that hadn't bothered to check-in before getting to the airport, or maybe had baggage to check. Because I've flown on airplanes before, I:
But allegedly my flight was still on-time. Until about 45 minutes before departure, when it was canceled. Why they took this long to figure this out, I have no idea. So now it was a quick call to my corporate travel department to figure out some options. They found me three hotels ranging in price from ~$150 to $290 for one night, and ranging in proximity from four miles away up to however many miles Center City is. So once this information was presented to me, I decided on the cheap one and tried to book it only to find out that it was now sold out. Uh-oh. Try the midpriced option. Sold out. The $290 hotel was still there, and we started to book it when I inquired if I could still get a rental car. My awesome travel arranger found me one with unlimited miles and no drop-off charge. I would be driving to North Carolina. I figured with the extra night, plus who-knows-when I'd be able to depart the next day (or the day after that, it turns out) it became one of those "If I had driven I could've been home by now" situations. So I'd drive.
Now it was off to the Hertz building, passing this grounded plane with a ground crew guy shoveling snow. Literally. (That's him by the plane's right winglet.)
Even though I had a reservation, I waited at Hertz for three hours to get my car. There were probably 150-200 people in front of me.
When I did finally get my car, I was not disappointed. They gave me a 2006 Volvo S60, with traction control, heated seats, a special "weather" driving mode. . . the works.
So by 8:30, I was on the road, presumably. I couldn't actually see the road through all the accumulated snow/sleet, but that didn't stop me from trying to lose traction in the Volvo; flooring it, slamming on the brakes, turning way too hard. The little wheel-spin indicator would flash and correct my indiscretions, and keep the car on course. Even when I was driving down the completely snow-covered I-95, steering with my knees as I flipped through the owners manual, trying to figure out what all the buttons did, the car never got out of control. This was actually going to be fun. What my brother Tom told me about his first experience with winter driving: "It's like sledding. . . . . with heat."
After a few stops at places like "Something House", or Sheetz to get some food, take in large volumes of coffee, and then release large volumes of coffee, I arrived back in Mebane around 5:15 AM Saturday morning.
Like I said, had I stuck it out with the airplane plan, there was a good chance that I wouldn't have gotten home until at least Sunday night, and maybe later. This could've all been a horrible experience, to say the least, but to me it was almost kind of fun, because it was an adventure. . . and hoagies and pretzels were involved. What could be more wonderful?
Now generally, I'm one of those strange people that not only doesn't mind business travel, I actually enjoy it. Maybe because I haven't done it so much that I've become a jaded road warrior, or maybe it's just my nature to enjoy being on the road. Granted, southeastern PA is the farthest thing from an exotic location to me, being that it is the homeland and all, but at least I know my way around.
Leave the house at 6:00 Wednesday morning, drive to RDU, park, take the shuttle from Purple 3 (the official economy parking lot of The Traveling Roths) to the A terminal. Ridiculous "security" procedures, and an on-time departure from gate 22 on a Canadair small jet.
On-time arrival at PHL via runway 35, which runs perpendicular to the main 9R-27L and 9L-27R runways that parallel the Delaware river. This was very disorienting as I didn't even realize they still used that runway for commercial traffic.
Get the rental car (a Chevy Cobalt) and off to West Conshohocken. Meet up with Bill, my PA counterpart, and work on a reporting project all morning.
For lunch, Bill suggested Cifelli's in Bridgeport. . . just up PA 23.
It's a tiny deli that's been around a long time, but just changed ownership. I didn't see a menu, but I knew that if I ordered an Italian Hoagie, they'd probably know what I meant. I didn't know what they meant, however, when they set wrapped sandwich down on the counter and called out, "Shad?". Shad?!? Isn't that a fish? What the hell kind of messed up hoagie was that? Bill pointed to it and said, "That's yours." No way. Seriously? Bill then explained that the "shad" referred to the special homemade roll that was the specialty of the house, and that my sandwich remained fish-free. Oh. OK. Freak-out averted. We took our food back to GSK and ate in the break room. No surprise here, but it was a great sandwich, complemented with some Herr's Kettle Cooked Sour Cream and Onion chips (which you also can't get in North Carolina) and some Canada Dry Vanilla Cream Soda.
Back to work for the rest of the afternoon. The weather was really nice for Pennsylvania in winter, getting up close to 80F. Can't complain about that. After work, I checked in to my hotel, the Hampton Inn in King of Prussia. I have to admit, it's weird staying in a hotel in KoP, but I got used to it. I drove out to the folks' house with the initial intention of surprising Mom on her birthday, but since Dad hadn't responded to my e-mails or messages on his cell phone, I'd be surprising him too. And surprised they were. I gave Mom her card and present, and without too much difficulty, convinced them that they needed to go out to eat. We went to Longhorn in one of those Chester County strip malls that was just a horse farm a year or two ago.
After dinner and some hanging out, it was back to the hotel.
Thursday. It was still pretty warm, but it was raining. I was invited to sit in on a staff meeting at the Upper Providence (Collegeville) site that I've never actually been in before. The UP site was one I used to drive past twice a day when I worked in Conshohocken back in 93-94. At the time, I had wished that I worked there. It was some other company back then, and the rumor was that they paid people with backgrounds like mine something in the neighborhood of $30,000, which was a far cry from the $9/hr I was making at the time. Now I did work there. . . kind of. . . in a sense. I at least now have a GSK ID badge with my picture on it that opens the gates and doors.
After the morning meeting, it was back to the Upper Merion (aka West Conshohocken) site. Maureen had picked up a paper shopping bag full of Philly soft pretzels, which is not uncommon at businesses in that area, but it turns out there is a chain of pretzel stores that sells Philly-style pretzels. Finally! Now I enjoy an allegedly Amish mall pretzel covered in chocolate jimmies and gummi bears or whatever they coat them with as much as the next guy, but a Philly pretzel is where it's at for my taste. The late nights leaving the Spectrum after a concert, usually with Andy, buying five pretzels for a buck from some shady character with a stolen shopping cart full of them, and washing it down with a warm $1 can of soda. What could be more wonderful? Now the Philadelphia Soft Pretzel Factory can bring that little authentic taste of Philly to an affordably-priced franchise opportunity near you.
But I digress. . . . Back to work. Lunch at the cafeteria, where Aramark also provides their over-priced, under-delicious food, and disturbingly, people dressed in scrubs eat lunch in the same room as those of us wearing clean clothing. More work for the afternoon.
After work, I made the reverse commute back to the folks' for some corned beef and cabbage for dinner, and the chance to rewire Dad's stereo, and bring the nice TV in from the RV. At least there was no sailboat transit involved. I took a ride through Pottstown on the way back, and found the location of their Philly Soft Pretzel Factory franchise. It's on East High Street, in the little strip mall where Arthur Treacher's Fish and Chips used to be, next to Pat's Beverage. (That description is for the benefit of my brothers, and anyone else from around there who has moved away, who also find the historical references more useful than modern ones.)
Friday morning, and I already had the feeling it was going to be a long day. The forecast was for wintry precip, and before I even opened the shades on my room, I could hear the ice pellets bouncing off the air conditioner. All through the morning, flights were being canceled at the PHL airport, but my 5:30 direct flight to RDU was allegedly still on. With that being the case, and the sleet starting to pick up, it was clear that I'd have to leave even more time to get to the airport.
But I didn't have to leave so early as to miss eating lunch at my favorite Conshohocken eatery, Flanigan's Boathouse.
Bill had spoken so highly of the crabcake sandwich the last time we were there (see July 2006) that I knew I had to try it. Bill was right. The chunks of crab were as big as lump crabmeat-sized pieces of chicken, plus The Boathouse has the best seasoned salt-seasoned fries around. You also get a souvenir cup to take with you!
We trudged back through the slush to the car, and drove back to the work. The afternoon was short, as everyone was admonishing me, "You'd better leave now." Crap. I had planned on swinging through Norristown to get some pretzels to take home, but now I was paranoid about not getting to the airport in time for my alleged flight.
It turns out the drive to PHL wasn't all that bad by Philly standards. I had plenty of time, even with returning my rental car. I couldn't believe what I saw in the terminal. The lines were interminable. (See what I did there?)
I don't know if it was all people who had been stranded, or just people that hadn't bothered to check-in before getting to the airport, or maybe had baggage to check. Because I've flown on airplanes before, I:
- checked-in online 24 hours in advance,
- don't check luggage
But allegedly my flight was still on-time. Until about 45 minutes before departure, when it was canceled. Why they took this long to figure this out, I have no idea. So now it was a quick call to my corporate travel department to figure out some options. They found me three hotels ranging in price from ~$150 to $290 for one night, and ranging in proximity from four miles away up to however many miles Center City is. So once this information was presented to me, I decided on the cheap one and tried to book it only to find out that it was now sold out. Uh-oh. Try the midpriced option. Sold out. The $290 hotel was still there, and we started to book it when I inquired if I could still get a rental car. My awesome travel arranger found me one with unlimited miles and no drop-off charge. I would be driving to North Carolina. I figured with the extra night, plus who-knows-when I'd be able to depart the next day (or the day after that, it turns out) it became one of those "If I had driven I could've been home by now" situations. So I'd drive.
Now it was off to the Hertz building, passing this grounded plane with a ground crew guy shoveling snow. Literally. (That's him by the plane's right winglet.)
Even though I had a reservation, I waited at Hertz for three hours to get my car. There were probably 150-200 people in front of me.
When I did finally get my car, I was not disappointed. They gave me a 2006 Volvo S60, with traction control, heated seats, a special "weather" driving mode. . . the works.
So by 8:30, I was on the road, presumably. I couldn't actually see the road through all the accumulated snow/sleet, but that didn't stop me from trying to lose traction in the Volvo; flooring it, slamming on the brakes, turning way too hard. The little wheel-spin indicator would flash and correct my indiscretions, and keep the car on course. Even when I was driving down the completely snow-covered I-95, steering with my knees as I flipped through the owners manual, trying to figure out what all the buttons did, the car never got out of control. This was actually going to be fun. What my brother Tom told me about his first experience with winter driving: "It's like sledding. . . . . with heat."
After a few stops at places like "Something House", or Sheetz to get some food, take in large volumes of coffee, and then release large volumes of coffee, I arrived back in Mebane around 5:15 AM Saturday morning.
Like I said, had I stuck it out with the airplane plan, there was a good chance that I wouldn't have gotten home until at least Sunday night, and maybe later. This could've all been a horrible experience, to say the least, but to me it was almost kind of fun, because it was an adventure. . . and hoagies and pretzels were involved. What could be more wonderful?
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Sunday, March 04, 2007
Zoe's Birthday Weekend
It was a busy weekend, and it started with both Zoe and Tristan having a friend stay over Friday night. Zoe had Rania, and Tristan had Sophie.
Tristan and Sophie, his partner in crime, never miss an opportunity to be goofy.
Saturday morning, after a big breakfast, Oma and Opa arrived on the return leg of their now annual Snowbird Florida vacation.
Zoe's party this year was held at Renaissance Tea, in downtown Mebane. It was a spa party. Jennifer, Zoe, Rania, and Oma walked downtown for the 12 o'clock party.
The kids started with facials
Next was a foot bath, followed by a pedicure
After that was some "spa cuisine", like fruit, spring water, cheese, cocktails, cookies, etc.
About this time Tristan, Sophie, Opa, and I arrived to check on the party. Tristan and Sophie were horrified.
They would've rather continued their light-saber duel, or kicked around a soccer ball. We handed them a few bucks and sent them to Sweet Tooth, the pastry place down the block.
It was now time for manicures and makeup, and then presents. The birthday cheesecake (from the aforementioned pastry shop) had to wait 'til later.
The party was a huge success.
(Rania, Isabel, Nancy, Beth-Ann, Zoe, Elizabeth, Elli)
For dinner on Saturday, we checked out Pomodoro. See my previous post for that.
Sunday morning. Zoe got to open her presents, and we had another big breakfast.
At noon we went to the Century Center in Carrboro for the Chinese Dual-Language Program fundraiser. This event gets bigger every year. This year there were five dual-language classes, from Kindergartedn through Fourth Grade. Each class did some kind of presentation. There was a buffet-style Chinese food meal, and a dragon dance and traditional Chinese music.
Both Zoe and Tristan's respective classes did a great job with their presentations.
It was a long, fun, tiring weekend for everyone, and we look forward to doing it again in October.
Tristan and Sophie, his partner in crime, never miss an opportunity to be goofy.
Saturday morning, after a big breakfast, Oma and Opa arrived on the return leg of their now annual Snowbird Florida vacation.
Zoe's party this year was held at Renaissance Tea, in downtown Mebane. It was a spa party. Jennifer, Zoe, Rania, and Oma walked downtown for the 12 o'clock party.
The kids started with facials
Next was a foot bath, followed by a pedicure
After that was some "spa cuisine", like fruit, spring water, cheese, cocktails, cookies, etc.
About this time Tristan, Sophie, Opa, and I arrived to check on the party. Tristan and Sophie were horrified.
They would've rather continued their light-saber duel, or kicked around a soccer ball. We handed them a few bucks and sent them to Sweet Tooth, the pastry place down the block.
It was now time for manicures and makeup, and then presents. The birthday cheesecake (from the aforementioned pastry shop) had to wait 'til later.
The party was a huge success.
(Rania, Isabel, Nancy, Beth-Ann, Zoe, Elizabeth, Elli)
For dinner on Saturday, we checked out Pomodoro. See my previous post for that.
Sunday morning. Zoe got to open her presents, and we had another big breakfast.
At noon we went to the Century Center in Carrboro for the Chinese Dual-Language Program fundraiser. This event gets bigger every year. This year there were five dual-language classes, from Kindergartedn through Fourth Grade. Each class did some kind of presentation. There was a buffet-style Chinese food meal, and a dragon dance and traditional Chinese music.
Both Zoe and Tristan's respective classes did a great job with their presentations.
It was a long, fun, tiring weekend for everyone, and we look forward to doing it again in October.
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