So the farewell clubhouse party went on with the usual over abundance of food and vino, black forest cake and black cherry vanilla ice cream. M made argentinian cookies and M made turkish coffee. We burned the last of the Omani frankincense, and of course the smoke filled the living room and Tomaso had to take the aromatic resin outside. Again he complained the place smelled like a church. To follow the Hippo clubhouse parties tradition of bad movies, we watched the Invisible Woman and she must declare, that was the worse movie ever selected. We fell asleep. Ralphie is a fine fine actor but he just cant direct. A few rounds of billiards later, the sun dipped below the horizon, a few trips up and down to carry the food things back, and so the last clubhouse party was over. she took one last look around the much enjoyed place, now filled with already nostalgic memories, crazy laughter and enormous fun, and she turned off the lights.
See photos of the farewell party