Graduation Brunch: The Park, Sunday, mid-morning to mid-afternoon

[loverlyviolets]

A banner, the letters wrapped with fresh spring flowers, hung from the trees, spelling out CONGRATULATIONS, CLASS OF 2009! No missing letters or anything.

Spread out across the park were plenty of tables and chairs, some under the shade of picnic shelters, some out on the grass in the sunshine. For those who felt like getting back to nature, there were even red and white checked blankets spread out in a few areas for old-fashioned picnic-y goodness. Lack of ants not guaranteed.

The long table that ran along next to the picnic shelters was laden with a vast moddable array of traditional brillig-y food, including fruit, veggie snacks, breakfast pastries, sandwiches for the especially hungry or those who arrived more toward the unch end of brunch, and a wide variety of J,GoB-catered desserts. Drinks included coffee, tea, juices and soft drinks, and while there were plates provided, there were also wee picnic-basket-shaped trays for carrying things back to your seat, wherever that might be.

A space had been cleared for dancing, if people cared to do more than just listen to the light music being played through the speakers, and there was also an area set aside for outdoor games of croquet, horseshoes, or frisbee.

Everybody's welcome. Come celebrate with the Class of '09!

[OOC: Wait for the OCD. Don't make Eliza Doolittle have to cut a bitch. OPEN! And no one had to get cut! It's a good day!]

Comments

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Can you imagine how things would change if waitresses were allowed to talk like that all the time? People might not go out to eat as much, everyone would want to be a waitress and there could even be bidding wars on the snarkiest waitresses. Maybe even a draft!"

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"It'd give getting takeout a whole new look," John agreed. "Probably lower the stress levels on waiters and waitresses too. You know they gotta hate having to turn the other cheek all the time."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Especially around That Guy - you know the one I'm talking about. Nostrils start flaring if his steak's cooked a little too much? Steam coming out of his ears if the dessert isn't crispy enough."

Re: Tables, Chairs, and Blankets

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"And they ruin it for everyone else," John agreed. "That guy pisses them off for the night and it's all over for everyone."

[Night! Sleep well!]