The Count

Andi - 242

Marco - 279 

(What is that man's secret?)

What's my facebook deal?

So, I am about to admit something superficial. It bothers me that Marco has more facebook friends than I do. What a thing to stay awake at nights thinking about -- but there it is. He has 265 friends and I have, like, 225 friends. Wait, make that 229. I just added four friends in four minutes. YES!

He might have more now, but not for long. I have sent out more friend request than I care to admit. I've sent them to people I think I met at the hairdressers or a friend's mother in law who looks kind of hip at 70 years old. My neighbor's college age niece and several people who may or may not be the same "Betsy Baker" I went to kindergarten with have been sent friend request from a crazy lady in Orem. Hell, I even took a stab at adding people I think I sat next to in pre-existence. (That's got to be the plot of a future 24 hour LDS Film Fest movie.) 

Who knew I was so competitive in my marriage? I am both surprised and concerned with my behavior. 

What about you? Who has more cyber-friends, you or the other grown up in your house? (This is a very small experiment!)

Or not ...

Looks like our Robbie Burns party is being postponed due to snow and snot.  Reset your party watch for Friday, January 30th (time pending) -- Chez Davis.

Rabbie (or Roberto) Burns

What's it been -- five days since our last major party? Sunday marks the 250th birthday of Robbie Burns. Party at the "Fantoosh Davis Houdin" (Scottish for Davis House) tomorrow at 5:00. 

Bring your own Haggis!

I have SO been there ...

Dear President Obama, 

I totally know how you feel. When I was eight years old and my brother, Steve, baptized me -- my toe stuck up out of the water and I had to do a "do-over" too. I have SO been there. It could have been worse, Mr. President. You could have been wearing a white polyester outfit and soaking wet when you had to do your do-over. 

All the best,

- andi

The Daily Herald Pics

This is the picture that could have made the front page of the paper. (Photo from obscure on-line Daily Herald archives that no one can find in real life.)

And, this is the picture that did make the front page of the newspaper today.

No story, no description of the excitement and pageantry, no quotes of the toast. Just the mention that Emily and Keva (pictured above) drank "mock-tails" and had a photo op with a cardboard Obama.

Maybe I should have bought that Herald reporter a couple of mock-tails. Maybe he needed to take a spin on the dance floor with Emily and Keva. All I know is he needed something to loosen him up. I think it just wasn't his crowd. Funny how the media works -- or not.

I vote for this picture on the front page of the newspaper. That's the beautiful and talented Mr. & Mrs. Robert and Nancy Wilberg Ricks . . . and the President of the United States of America. Of course I'm not biased when it comes to pictures ;).

At Last ... The Ball

Oh, what a BALL! Last night was a magical evening that will be remembered for years to come. I think our total number of ball guests was close to 300 people. I was busy working the crowd and didn't take many pictures. In fact, I missed taking pictures of some of the people that really did the most to help pull this all together. Before I go any further, let me give a HUGE thank you to Dan and Lisa Thomas and family, Stirling and Kif Augustine Adams, and Shauna and Roger Andersen and family. (Especially their son Steve who was so charming when he personally greeted guests at the limousine and opened doors for the ladies.) I can't believe I missed getting a picture with Melissa! We were like a couple of crazy old ladies when we were planning our outfits. And finally the Pennyroyal Cafe who deserve every one's future business.

Now, on with the ball ... I promised Marcia the first picture I would post would be of "the dress". Really, this is the whole reason I wanted to throw the ball. After seeing this dress in store window, It went something like this -- "Marco, why don't we ever do anything fancy? I just want one great event a year that we can get gussied up and go all out on."

To which he said, "Hey, I know, what we need to do is throw an Inaugural Ball!" It was much cheaper than flying to DC. It was definitely more fun than flying to DC, sleeping on some one's couch and standing for hours in the freezing cold!

All great parties start with great music and they don't come any better than C.B. Jazz. This is the group we had play at our wedding reception seven years ago. I think most of them are still alive and they sounded better than seven years ago!

Last spring I was taking pictures of Provo's Gallery Stroll and met this singer named Hailey Singley. I called her up out of the blue a couple of days ago and asked to if she would sit in with the band and sing. (Normally, they have no singer. I didn't even bother to call and ask if it was alright if I hire a singer off the street!) Boy, did she ever sing. I think she only sat out on two or three numbers. She completely made the night.


Initially, I had decided not to bring my kids but they had heard my talk it up so much that they weren't going to let me party with out them! I am so glad they came. Zina danced all night long. As for Xanny, well, except for the part where the limo dropped him off at the parking garage ALONE and we nearly called the police because we couldn't find him for 20 minutes, he had a great time too.

They both looked very dapper but never held still long enough for a real picture.

My mom looked stunning in her pink sparkles. I wonder where my Zina got her penchant for pink sparkles? Hmmm.

The real belle of the ball was cousin Kjirsten, seen here with her pransom hince, Jonathan. (Nice tiara!) She is student teaching art in SLC and she worked tirelessly to help it come together. Unfortunately her brother, Soren, had to get back to BYU-I in time for Tuesday morning class and missed the ball. Thank you, Soren, for the weekend of slave-labor. Let's do it again on a Saturday.

The place looked great. We hung flags everywhere -- one in honor of each registered democrat in Utah County (somewhere between 12 and 15!) I stole the rest of these pictures from Cindy's blog. I was super happy that all my favorite people came and danced the night away.

(All my girls)

(Cindy and Whitney -- looking gorgeous and 20 something.)

(ambiance shot with Kendal, James and Rachel)

Thank you, Marco!!! It was a lovely (fancy) evening. I love you.

( I promise to post more picture as people send them to me.)

You are invited ...

Consider yourself invited to the Official Un-Official Inaugural Ball right here in Utah County. Let's just say I stopped waiting for an invite from the President-Elect himself and decided to throw my own bash.

Click here:
(THE OFFICIAL LINK TO THE UN-OFFICIAL BALL)

There will be dancing and a cash Mormon-Bar. Maybe they should name the bar "The Surely-Temple". I hope you all come ... even if you voted for the other guy!