Swanky

Swanky: [swang-kee]
1. elegant or ostentatious; swank
2. Palm Beach, Florida

Our big black tie gala was last night in Palm Beach. Wow. I have never been there before and, yes, it was swanky. The place is immaculately groomed down to every last bit of shrubbery in the entire city, there are millions of palm trees, unbelievable homes, a Rolls Royce at every 5 feet, and I'm pretty sure the median age is 85. And I can see exactly why you would have a fundraiser there. Cha-ching $$$$.

So here we are all ready for our prom gala:


(You can see my hair better in this one. And yes, I managed to do it myself although I wasn't sure it would turn out):



The dress worked great. Found it online from Nordstrom, ordered a light gold one first, then found this color half off with only one dress left, which happened to be my size. Meant to be, I guess. When I tried them both on and asked Ryan which he liked better, he said gold. Then a few minutes later he said, "Wait, not twice as much money better."

(As for the orange vest/tie - one of the resident's dad owns a tux place and the resident decided the guys would all wear the same thing. Didn't tell any of them what the choice was until he gave it to them right before. Actually made for a good conversation piece though - What's with the matching outfits? You guys just come from a wedding or you trying to make a few bucks at the valet afterwards?)

And then. After the hour and a half drive on a bus (and residents sneaking on booze - seriously? And you're doctors?), we arrive at The Breakers Hotel:














Yep. Swanky.

It opens right out onto the beach from the back of the hotel.



The party was nice, cool decorations and themed food (the Old Hollywood theme), silent auctions with items donated by Oprah, Chanel, Tiffany's, Jimmy Choo, lunch with Lauren Bacall- some starting at $10,500; socializing with Ryan's co-workers, watching old people dance, attempting to dance (I'm insisting on knowing at least one dance before next year's event), sitting down after foolish-looking dancing, and mostly just enjoying looking at the rich old ladies all dolled up. Think everything jeweled and gigantic diamond-studded pink glasses that take up 2/3 of your face (sorry the picture is blurry, had to try to be subtle, you know).























It was fun, and fun to pretend we can hang out with a crowd like that. And my friend Sarah was so sweet to come have a little sleepover here to watch our kids. She has two little boys too, so when we left and there were 5 little boys running around, someone crying every 5 seconds we were like, um, have fun with that. We hope she's still our friend. :)