Spring Break -- from cancer, Take 2

It is that time of year when the annual Azalea Festival celebrates the beauty of Wilmington North Carolina’s gardens, historic homes, and its history. In April of 2015, I shared my first experience at the Azalea Festival’s Garden Party in my post Spring Break—from cancer found here. For me to walk the grassy landscape of Airlie Gardens and admire all the beautiful colors of spring for a second time was not expected since cancer is always on my radar, so I felt excitement to be there. If not for Greg’s employer being one of the many sponsors of this event and my current drug keeping my disease under control, I would not have been able to feel the exhilaration that comes from putting my fears in another part of my brain and simply enjoying the beautiful day. 

Greg and I April 9, 2016

Though the weather was on the chilly side--for me anyway--the visual enjoyment I found from the tamed landscape providing a living backdrop for the party was tremendous. Again, the colorful, lively people decorating the lawn proved more enjoyable than the flowers that line the pathways.

A party like this leaves me with thoughts of sipping mint juleps, pinky finger daintily floating alone away from the cup handle. But, a glance at the tables under tents filled with bottles of varying types of alcohol and bartenders ready for action to fill small plastic cups with your drink of choice takes away such thoughts of sophistication leaving my pinky finger to serve as the security force behind me not dropping my drink--still it was no college fraternity party.  

The liquor started flowing at 10 am and stopped at 3 pm. Drinks were not the only item served that people could indulge themselves. Plenty of pork barbecue, coleslaw, large French-fried shaped cornbread, and green beans were available for everyone—it is a Southern event after all.

The Summerall Guards

The Summerall Guards from the Citadel Military College of South Carolina did their precision drill routine as was done last year. You can read more about them here.

With such a variety of colorful clothing gracing the green carpeted event I felt like I was shopping for next year’s dress and getting to see each item on a live model. For whatever reason, dresses with pink held my gaze. Pink: you would think I would hate that color.



Dresses, jackets, hats and even men in shorts were part of the scene once again. The biggest change to the garden party this year came from a group of men who took dressing for the event seriously with an added flair for fun.

Men who take fashion to a new level!

I spent more time this year getting to know Greg’s co-workers and enjoyed the company of a wife of one of them. She is an identical twin, I am a mother of identical twins, and I have identical twin sisters so of course that topic had to enter our conversation.  We also chatted about the job her sister gets paid to do. She types/typed up the transcripts of the interviews—word for word—for the television reality show Kate Plus 8 and the former show The Duggars’ 19 Kids and Counting. I admit I have watched these shows and even have an affinity for Kate because she doesn’t seem fake. Dealing with 8 kids would make me crazy, can you imagine? Dealing with 19, well that is a different kind of crazy all together. Of course a lot of what is said does not make it past the final cut. She is sworn to secrecy which is unfortunate cause if I am being honest—which I am—I would be entertained by such secrets.

At around 3 pm, Greg and I said goodbye to the group of people from his work. I wish I could have said, “See you next year,” without thinking . . .

Well, if you read this blog with any regularity then you know what I was thinking.
   

Greg and I April 9, 2016 Airlie Garden Party

Hopefully, I will be there next year.