Memorable Treasures

What do you do when your life is going crazy in Pennsylvania, but there is a bridal shower in New Jersey for a good old friend on the same day that your brother--also in New Jersey--is having his 30th birthday party ?

You go to New Jersey.

Hence, last Saturday morning
I jumped in my car for a reunion with the road.

More importantly, 

a reunion with Karen, 

[my Princeton-years roommate]

whom I rarely get--but love--to see.

I joined with a crowd of her family and friends, 

as we showered Karen with treasures 

[such as these pots]-- 

tokens of our love and well-wishes 

in this memorable season of her life, 

because of the treasure that she is to us.

Sadly, however, I could not stay long! 

Two hours up the New Jersey Turnpike awaited my family,

gathered together to celebrate

our Keith.

Now, our Keith has a certain obsession with a certain game.  And, since it was the 30th anniversary of his birth, it was decided by our matriarchal decision maker that this particular gathering should be particularly memorable.

Hence, a large portion of the friends and family present 

found themselves playing a long [long] round of:

Monopoly,

in what turned out to be a Monopoly themed 

[and certainly memorable] event.

For evidence, I give you:

The Boardwalk food.

[Appetizers: Bags of popcorn, soft pretzels, nachos & cheese.

Main Course: Sausage & Pepper sandwiches, chili dogs, french fries, onion rings.]

The table decorations.

The cake.

[Serving the ulterior motive of apologizing
for the many years of heart cakes that
this Valentine's Baby has been subjected to ...]

And then?

The boy himself.

I don't know who won the treasures in that [long] game I mentioned,

[The benefit to going to a bridal shower first and walking in late? 

You miss the choosing of the players!]

but there is nothing more rewarding than celebrating memorable events in the lives of the people who fill your heart with the treasure of themselves.

A weekend to remember;

memories to treasure.