A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember

A Valentine's gift to a group of men and women born in 1941 and before.

The decorators went all out for A Night to Remember.

Seniors started arriving at 5 pm, and their hosts were ready.

The kitchen was so calm and organized that I was in awe.

I was also in awe of this hipster couple's coooool rags!

To say nothing of this dishy duo, who did lots more than dish out salad.

(They did dish more than a few platefuls of the crisp, green stuff, tho.)

A bunch of the young adults brought soup...delicious soup, too!

It wasn't exactly a soup kitchen, but it was definitely a soup cultural hall!

And it didn't take long for the joint to fill up.

In fact, the joint was pretty much hoppin'...

And so was the show, beginning with the violinist.

(rapt audience)

(highly humorous master of ceremonies to the left)

Gotta love a sultry siren singing "Willow, Weep for Me."

This chanteuse wrote a love poem to the folks and sang it a cappella.

(exquisite)

While this young woman sang "Fly Me to the Moon."

(We landed safely.)

Remember "Cockeyed Optmist" from South Pacific?

We sure do, thanks to this sweet and sassy singer.

Another lovely lady sang "Love, You Didn't Do Right by Me."

(She killed it.)

(Even though love is doing pretty well by her just now...) heehee

This pair put Dancing with the Stars to shame with their Lindy Hop.

(Whoa, Daddy-O!)

While our oh-so-sultry siren came back with "The Look of Love."

Ahhhhh...like buttah.

The barbershop quartet belted out "Heart of My Heart"...

(with so much panache we made 'em do an encore).

I guess there's no respite when you're this good!

My hubby, Bishop Dave, got up at the end to say a few words.

(Sweet,funny, and more than a little inspirational.)

Then he called up the two great gals who spearheaded this effort.

(Needless to say, the audience gave 'em some love.)

Boy, did they ever pull off a wonderful evening!

(With a little help from their friends, of course...)

Actually, they had lots of help...and lots and lots of friends, too. Rumor has it that the gym was chock full of young adults the night before this event, and they didn't go home until 12:00 AM. It takes a lot of effort to make a big hall like this look magical, and the dropped ceiling was only part of the world-class decorating they did. That place looked ready for a wedding! Honestly, we are so proud of them all that we can't even express it, from the way the place looked to the way the food tasted to the amazing show they put on for one very appreciative audience. Perhaps a 90-year-old guest (who looked about 70, by the way) said it best of all when she came up and tearfully expressed her gratitude to arguably one of the greatest young single adult wards ever... She said that it was a wonderful evening, just wonderful, and that our young people's hearts were clearly filled with love.

I think she got it right. They gave their audience last night the loveliest of gifts, and every single person in attendance was so, so happy to receive it.

Great job, Monta Vista ward!

♥♥♥

=)

PS. And yes, for those who are wondering, my introductory poem went off just fine. I'll post it (or at least, excerpts of it, because it's pretty dang long) later this week.

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