17th..::*'``'*::..My Tea Party..::*'``'*::..

For I've finally rested a while and collected my thoughts a bit I figured now'd be a time most suitable for giving you my impression of a wonderful day with some pictures to boot. If you've decided to proceed to reading the whole thing I strongly recommend you make yourself a nice cup of tea and play some Chopin or Vivaldi in the background using your favourite music player - that is what we listened to just so you know. I on the other hand now know that I'm capable of stealing potential guests from other parties and with that in mind and the obvious fact that my parties are of higher class anyway I can safely say there's more to come - everybody fancies a cup of fine tea.
My guests were all superb and beautiful as expected - dressed fancily, well groomed and naturally well mannered. Including me there were ten of us even though some couldn't come this time and I am sure they'll certainly do the next time. Right about now I think I should thank Mirju 'Schwan' (That's a pun with the japanese honorific suffix chan and the german word for swan) for bringing her camera and taking all these pretty pictures. So should you, for you'd have nothing to look at if it wasn't for her delightful presence. You may enjoy her on the third picture from the top in whose background you can
also see Martin and Hanna: one engaged in his first ever chess battle against the mysterious man behind the curtain, the other attending to the fireplace - it seems that people had fun with that. Thus the weird discussions on the matter of divine logs I overheard at one point. I knew we'd come to religion and philosophy at one point in our discussions but I must admit I heard many a thing I did not expect to hear at all.
Anyway once more guests arrived the party took off in a jiffy with talk and laughter and tea starting with peppermint continuing on to rose with french vanilla, strawberry, tropic thunder, and white tea with

mandarin flavour. A lot of delicious cake and biscuits were had and later even some wine I quite liked.
Naturally our ballerinas managed to lead the discussion topic onto their playing field many a time in a row and tea was discussed quite often as well. Holding that thought - I remember Maret asking what the difference between vanilla and french vanilla was. Here is the answer I just googled for you darling: French vanilla is creamy and especially rich in flavour. Now...
I expect you've grown interested if you weren't there
and I can hardly blame you. Those who were there
know exactly what you've missed. Maybe you'll join

us another time. When, I'm not sure yet... hopefully soon. Honing your chess skills seems like a good idea as is drinking a lot of tea in between parties to grow accustomed to it. Because, my god, we know how to drink tea...
If nothing stops me nor you I think we'll gather again in October. Meanwhile I'll try to do my best to continue blogging about tea and tea-places. Perhaps I'll even return to blogging on elysiantimes.blogspot.com which would be my previous blog for those who don't know. Some liked it, maybe you will too. See you soon my lovely teacups.