On my eighth birthday my mother let me stay home from school and we went into the city to meet Alice and the girls for a real tea party. Not a plastic tea set, fake tea kind of party but a real tea house! The outside of the building was non-descript but the inside was decorated in the Victorian Era with frills and fancy borders, pink flowers and real china tea sets everywhere. We got to dress up in hats because that is what you do for high tea apparently.
Larry was the funniest and now that I think about it, seemed quite comfortable in women’s hats, gloves and lipstick.
I had mint tea with chamomile and a piece of birthday cake. The cake was in the shape of a Victorian mansion and the frosting matched the colors of the tea house. A feather fell off my boa and Larry pointed and laughed and took the feather out of my cake just before I ate it. We laughed and laughed. It was one of the best birthdays of my life.