The other March madness

A couple of weeks ago, B and I got on the subject of hatters and why they had the reputation of going mad. That naturally led us to the topic of March hares and so on. B got the idea that we should have a "March madness" party. And I am always up for a themed party. So on a vaguely Alice's-Adventures-in-Wonderland theme, we threw together a "tea party." We didn't actually have any tea, but we did have white rabbit salad. Oh, and of course there was a little note on the wine bottle: "Drink me."

The main event of the evening was urban croquet. We had no flamingos or card-people to use, so we used more traditional mallets and wickets. We turned it into an "indoor" set by sticking the wickets into wine corks (golly, who knew B's wine cork collection would come in handy some day!). We passed around the safety goggles and knee pads, protected the legs of the only piece of furniture we care about, and, with a little improvisation as we went along, we had a lovely game.

We certainly enjoyed it and I think our guests enjoyed it as well. After the game, we finished the evening out in the parking with most everyone taking a turn on B's fixed-gear bike (the "fixie"). I'm pleased to report that there were not only no injuries, but B has some potential converts.