Marge and Murray Rubin having a blast
Perhaps it’s all those additional years (some more than others) of experience, but when it comes to enjoying ourselves, we OLLIites know how it’s done.
To avoid the holiday rush, our end-of-the-year festivities were held on the first day of December. The venue – the Cottonwood/Clarkdale room at the Prescott Resort – suited perfectly. Parking spaces were plentiful and mostly close to the entrance, and the room allowed us to be near enough to each other for lots of socialization without banging elbows with those at the next table.
Our evening began with a no-host bar and plenty of mingling in addition to hors-d’oeuvres. Nice to have the opportunity to meet some with whom we have not yet shared classes, but also to relax and delve a bit deeper with some we’ve known for a while. There was lots of bantering and laughter, just a general festive prequel to December’s activities.The party atmosphere was encouraged by unique and lovely decorations throughout the room which we all admired while peering hopefully at the gift table, laden with gaily wrapped door prize surprises.
But first and foremost was the promised dinner. The Resort staff was on hand to serve us as we moved through the buffet line, attempting to choose from among the variety of selections. My theory is that all those decisions overtax the mental abilities, so it’s best to have some of each.The serving went quickly and efficiently and the food was beyond plentiful: mountains (well, small hills anyway) of the stuff: varied and delicious, to boot.
Fully sated after the final touch of dessert (more choices), we thoroughly enjoyed the evening’s entertainment. As we sat back with a collective sigh, in came a troupe of ladies numbering about 20: the Song of the Pines contingent of the Sweet Adelines. Holiday attired to a fare-thee-well, the singers wowed us with their impressive barbershop harmonies as they sang their way through old favorites and interesting not-so-well-known tunes. Our enjoyment of the performance was enhanced by cute quips and stories delivered by the 90-something member of the group as a preface to some of the numbers. The group’s professionalism was matched by their enthusiasm. Our bunch responded in kind as smiles of pleasure were sported all around.
To top off the evening, Marge and her elves (otherwise known as Marge Rubin, Phyllis Rogers and other recruited social committee members and assistants) sprang into action to deliver door prizes. The springing was occasionally beyond what might be expected of usually more circumspect folks, adding even more to the hilarity of Marge’s comments about the gifts and the gifted (or is it the giftees?). We heard lots of oohs and ahs when the nicest prizes were announced, followed of course by yelps of delight from the winners and groans of disappointment from those whose numbers didn’t come up. I believe there was even a shouted offer to share the weekend stay for two at The Resort. Discretion does not allow us to reveal if the offer was accepted, nor who were the principals in the interchange.
All good things must come to an end; in this case, we were astounded and pleased when the evening culminated in the softest, loveliest, most perfect snowfall ever as we were departing. How in the world did the social committee pull that off?
Submitted by Rita Wuehrmann
Editorial Comment: many members have raved over December’s holiday party. If you missed it, we hope you will put it in your calendar for this December!