So, good weekend. Went to 30th b-day party in Raleigh, where there was quite a crowd, and quite a feast. There were:
Maybe like 20+ people?
Lots and lots of bottles, including Skyy, Cruzan, Tanqueray, Jim Beam (yike), SoCo, Sauza, and something 100% Agave, which was quite tasty. And some lemon drop mix.
And food: Grilled spiedie-like chicken, brats w/ kraut, pulled-pork bbq, slaw, fruit skewers w/ chocolate & Grand Marnier sauce, chips & salsa, gorgonzola & pesto spread, chocolate chip cookies and cake. Lots of chocolate cake.
And a fire bowl outside.
Football inside, if you were interested in that (hee).
Two doggies, strangely not including our own (v. cute, though).
Also a 7-month-old baby, strangely not our own (also terribly cute). Our heads swiveled toward the sound of crying, followed by--oh yeah. Not ours...huh. She had a great time at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Meanwhile, her parents lived it up. J.Lo realized it was his first time out of town since Easter (sheesh!). I took advantage of the time apart as well as nowhere to drive and had a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Ooo, and btw, good drink=Sunkist+spiced rum. Tastes like creamsicles. A few of us pondered mountain camping in about a month, around the time of J.Lo's b-day, and also another Raleigh party in a few weeks (woohoo!). We had an instigator in K, who had to leave early (boo) for being on call, but before she went would have some fun. Every few minutes: shot? Anyone want a shot? Another shot? And shots were poured, to the tippy brims. More than toasty, I toasted the last tequila and simply set it down while everyone tossed one (and two, in some instances) back. They were all too drunk to notice. And of course my super-power is invisibility. Stealth. Taking a clever page out of mendacious' book as well, I secretly drank a little, poured into the grass a little, this last drink, concocted by B, which was fruity and tasty but also lethal. I was done. J, though, was not and for a bit we escaped the party to walk a big loop around the neighborhood in the night, discussing the question of To Have or Not to Have Little Ones. There are no times as good in life as waxing philosophic with one's best friend. And a long-lasting party with very few bad vibes. Very late night, at (of course) my insistence, we lit candles and sang very loudly (much to B's dismay), and cut the cake. And nothing goes better with a good buzz than, um...chocolate cake? Everyone was like...chocolate cake+good buzz=yuck, and so turned right around, filed back out of the room, after the song. Well I thought it was fine, and three others thought it was fine, so we cut some nice big pieces and scarfed them down.
2 comments:
it sort of makes me regret really not doing my 30th right- well we can always hope for the days leading up to 31 to be as good as that sounds. and kid #2. do it! just DO IT!. do it.
Perfect Party!
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