the party was pure, unadulterated magic. i didn't know i had so many latent fantasies about a fancy afternoon tea party until they were being fulfilled right before my eyes. the harp player! the finger sandwiches! the chocolate mousse! it was like, gossip girl episode slash princess diaries reenactment.
i ordered the hazelnut coconut hot chocolate (you know, because i'm 12) and man alive! that hot chocolate could end wars. i sent it around the table to be sampled by the group, because i am a good friend. also because it would have been cruel not to.
also, this. we experienced the strangest phenomenon - when we took pictures, we would say to each other, "make your tea face!" and we would all pose identically - as if we had planned it out before-hand. backs straight, eyes wide, pursed lips, princess hands resting daintily on our laps. speaking of pictures, we had that tea-face perfected by the end of the afternoon. i don't think i have ever taken so many pictures at one event, it was ridiculous. i would have been embarrassed for myself, except i was having too much fun.
afternoon tea at the grand america comes hiiiighly recommended from my and my troupe of ladies. (i'm saying that in a british accent.)