They treated us to a nice lunch on Tuesday, and we met up again Wednesday morning at the MTC (which was across the street from where we were living in Provo) to say our goodbyes. The above picture was taken on the lawn out in front. The proud parents, Phil and Rhonda, are in the middle with Abigail; the blondie is the now-official Sister (Mo) Bankhead, and the lovely brunette next to her is Elizabeth. We were delighted to be included in this special family occasion, and we're all proud of Melissa!
The Bankhead girls also invited me to an annual Tea Party hosted by Rhonda's mother and sisters in Lehi. Although I had an enormous term project due the next morning, I decided to crash the party and am so glad I did! I had a blast! The rules were that you had to wear a dress and a hat. Elizabeth was kind enough to lend me the latter, since I hadn't thought to bring any of my fancy tea party hats with me to Provo....
The party was "simply lovely." We had it outside in the backyard where we could enjoy their beautiful garden. We had some delicious finger-foods and then took turns playing croquet and bocce. I had never played either before but did surprisingly well at the first. For those who've never played, I'll try to briefly explain the game. The goal is to hit your ball through a series of several tiny metal loops. On each turn, you're allowed one hit (one attempt to get to and/or through the loop). However, if you hit another player's ball, you're allowed an additional hit OR you can choose to be really nasty and hit that player's ball as hard as you can (away from the playing field). I was the first to make it through all the loops but decided to then continue with the "poison" variation of the game, where the first person through all the loops (as well as succeeding players who make it through) then goes back and tries to hit other players' balls to "poison" them and get them out of the game. The catch is that he/she cannot go under any of the loops or get "poisoned" by any other balls that have made it through all the loops.
My ball soon became the terror of the lawn until I'd killed everybody off except one other girl who had also made it through all the loops. In the end, I missed her ball by a hair and thus presented myself on a silver platter to her stick. Oh, well. I had a lot of fun!




2 comments:
That sounds like so much fun--what a great tradition. My parents used to have an old croquet set, but I think they got rid of it in a garage sale years ago. Bummer...we could have had a Weiler croquet tournament!
I've got one in my backyard- the set that Uncle Phil learned cut-throat on! Bring on the Bankhead-Heiss-Kryscynski-Weiler deathmatch!
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