We don’t really drink around the house, so every time we have people over Amy insists that we need enough alcohol for … I don’t know, an Irish wedding? Mel Gibson? Tara Reid? I’m too tired to pick one. Point being, we then end up with a fridge full of beer for the next several years. Maybe we should invite Mel over to help out.
That said, the pants party was swell. Only Amy and Heather’s husband Joe really seemed to embrace the pants possibilities, and Joe won the award for fanciest pants. It’s always fun to put a bunch of random people together with alcohol, cookies, and pants and see what happens and everyone was very nice to our new house (except Steph who told Amy that she needed to take hosting lessons [and why weren't you in an apron Amy, and where was your beehive hairdo, and why isn't it the 50's anymore?]). Many thanks to those of you who came and a smattering of jealousy inducing pictures for those of you who didn’t.
December 11, 2006 at 8:47 pm
Although I rarely read the blog, I was directed hear to see my shout out…I believe my comments were “set out the food on a tray” and “put the salsa in a dish so we can get our chips in it”…no references to beehives or the 50s. I guess this can go down in the record books much like the “your house is tacky” comment of a few years ago by a party I will only mention in code…illenKay yleKay. To each his own I guess – keep having your dishless engagement parties and I will keep covering every inch of my house in lights, yard art and Christmas stuffed animals.