the other side of D...my life in private

my super-sweet-bat-mitzvah experience

We packed up the LaSabre and headed towards the midtown tunnel. Lots of traffic as per usual especially once we hit the Long Island Expressway. After an hour or we arrived the Oheka Castle in Huntington and looked around both admiring in the incredible gardens and greco-roman inspired statues, and rolling our eyes at the sheer excess of it all.
My mother forget her dress in the city, so when my parents turned around to return to Manhattan [fyi if anyone else would have pulled something like that my mother would have never let him or her forget about it], Liane and I went up to their room to get ready.
My hair and nails, lovely, painted and coifed to perfection at the salon earlier that morning, were ready to go, so it was just a hair touch-up and make-up. To be blunt, Liane and I looked STUNNING.
Even my insanely critical mother was later impressed with how we looked. We cames down after the final spritz of perfume and "hair-check" and entered the library where the photographs were being taken. People were dressed for the Academy Awards! Lia, the Bat Mitzvah Girl, looked like a fairytale princess and sprinted towards us in her designer gown. "Thank god you guys are here! Everyone's being so stuffy and I'm sick of posing for pictures". This is a 13 year old girl, mind you, who in her overacheivements at Horrace Mann Middle School, also finds time to be a champion skier, Ford Model, dancer, skater, and fantastic person. This is my Lia.
Once the three busses [hailing from Manhattan, Horrace Mann, and New Jersey] arrived packed with 13-year-olds giddy with hormones, the party began.
An open bar in every room, caviar, seafood cocktail, endless glasses of wine [both red and white, of course] and champagne, a tempura bar, and passed crabcakes, sesame chicken, and many other yummy things around.
The rooms kept on opening, one after the other, people flooding into them like a house filling with water. Filled with food, drinks, laugher, and expenive designer outfits.
It was insane.
The drunken-high haze lasted until Liane and I hit the comfy king sized bed in out hotel suite at 2am.
Morning brunch woke us up and ended our adventure, but not empty handed. Gift baskets and various souvenirs now fill our kitchen and dining room now to serve as reminder of our evening of excess.
I'm still hung over, but it was all worth it.

posted by D @ 2:15 PM