James, who no longer wants to be referred to as Special Friend, flew in for the occasion. And, as usual, we were late leaving for the 6 p.m., affair. Why? Sistah Girl decided on the way to the barn/shed/garage that the feet were not feeling the heels and had to go back to change. A wise decision. Tom was in charge of getting us to the Center and did an admirable job. "You have reached your destination."
The invite said "evening attire preferred." And the folks complied. The "ladies in red" were splendidly attired in...what else...red. And their guests for the evening did justice to the affair as well. Yes, the fashion police were in attendance checking out the furs, the shoes, the jewelry.
|Andrea and Dwight Johnson|
Never let it be said that folks in evening dress can't get down. Lawd, Lawd. Smooth Jazz Progressions had the folks, old and young, all night long. Including members of the Ripley Delegation. Oh, yeah, we represented in a larger number than before. The Spicers, The Beards, The Joplins, The Sanders, and Rev. Rob.
|Donna and Tommy Sanders, James|
|Rev Rob, Alonzo Beard, Cyronose Spicer|
Be safe. Be Blessed.