Last night we went to the Oregon Celebration Ball. It was a huge event, held on two floors of the conference center in Salem. We had three tables, and the amazing Sue had gone early enough to decorate and put gifts and nametags at all our place settings. We had chosen to sit on the 'history' floor, with the 1859 recreation band and dancers. (We had our own living history characters with us.)
The politicos and military were on the floor above us. That's where the speechifying took place, the governor and such, and they put it on a big screen for us to watch. Someone would give a toast, and we'd all raise our glasses and reply.
Peter drove, so I didn't have to worry about anything, driving or parking, which was great. Still, my feet felt like boils at the end of the night, from wandering around and walking up and down stairs. I managed to 'win' a glass vase that Charlie wanted in the silent auction. It will be a nice memory of the evening.
It was actually a buffet (!!), but it worked pretty well, even with all those people. I stood in line for the food with John McLoughlin (the 'father of Oregon'), and he was amazing, tall and stern, with a lovely brogue. And I did have my photo taken with Abigail Scott Duniway, the famous suffragette and the first woman to register to vote in Multnomah County. She's a longtime heroine of mine, and early in the evening she invited me to write on the paper with her.
Marilyn with Abigail - Oregon Ball, 2009
Being a history buff and a great lover of costumes and of parties, it was just perfect. I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
(But, no, we didn't dance. My feet couldn't have stood the strain.)