But we didn't throw the baby out with the bath water or the Greek food out with the togas. We decided to stage a Special Olympics for the ladies. Mimi had tons of ideas and artifacts to contribute because her daughter Katerina is an annual participant.
Pardon me while I find a Kleenex.
We divided our guests into six teams of 4-5 people each (yellow, blue, green, red, black, and orange) and gave them hats to help them remember which team they were on. Note: there are only five official Olympic colors but we had enough people for six teams so we added orange. It's called improvising.
The four hostesses did not wear caps. We wore whistles around our necks instead. About thirty minutes into the party, I think some of the guests were ready to strangle the next hostess who blew one of those whistles. Actually, I might have been the only hostess who blew her whistle . . .
|Katerina, second from left, at Special Olympics in Yokota, Japan|
The torch is lit.
Let the games begin!
|Debbie did a victory strut when the Black team won.|
|Yuuko and Hisayo face off.|
You might be interested to hear that Beverly, pictured at left, is a member of the Yokosuka Sushi Rollers, a roller derby team recently formed by local military spouses. They have cute nicknames, like Tuna Roll, California Roll, and Big Mouth Bass Roll (okay, I made up that last one).
Nagata-san took a corner too fast and landed on her fanny but fortunately did not break a hip or anything else.
The Grand Marshall handed out prizes - chocolate bars - to the winning teams and then everyone marched out to the playground for team pictures enroute to my house for lunch. Greek(ish) food, of course!
|Debbie won a door prize: a pair of "speed skates"!|
|Apparently the ladies in the dining room spotted my Peko-chan collection|
January isn't even over yet and I've finished my mandatory hostessing responsibilities for the year. Life is good.