Saturday, September 15, 2007
Party Time
Last night Former Roommate Liz and I hosted a little party. Ostensibly it was to be a roof party, but given the temperatures in the forties, it ended up being more of a huddling around a keg in ugly sweaters from the goodwill store party. We still had a pretty good time, though. Liz brought her new puppy, Dr. Chester T. Noodleman II, who promptly knocked some wine over on himself and then passed out in his carrier. (We've all been there.) There was a craft center where we made sombreros and woven placemats in honor of Mexican Independence Day, and two kinds of high-calorie, high-fat cheese dip. And of course there were door prizes, including some of Former Roommate Liz's unclaimed mail. A good time was had by all.
Of course, this morning was a bit rocky, what with all the bits of jello shot ground into the rugs and sombrero pieces all over the dining room. I'm sure our neighbors will appreciate the lingering stench of lite domestic beer in the back stairwell. But it's the price of popularity, I suppose. I'm unlikely to be this popular again any time soon.
Last night Former Roommate Liz and I hosted a little party. Ostensibly it was to be a roof party, but given the temperatures in the forties, it ended up being more of a huddling around a keg in ugly sweaters from the goodwill store party. We still had a pretty good time, though. Liz brought her new puppy, Dr. Chester T. Noodleman II, who promptly knocked some wine over on himself and then passed out in his carrier. (We've all been there.) There was a craft center where we made sombreros and woven placemats in honor of Mexican Independence Day, and two kinds of high-calorie, high-fat cheese dip. And of course there were door prizes, including some of Former Roommate Liz's unclaimed mail. A good time was had by all.
Of course, this morning was a bit rocky, what with all the bits of jello shot ground into the rugs and sombrero pieces all over the dining room. I'm sure our neighbors will appreciate the lingering stench of lite domestic beer in the back stairwell. But it's the price of popularity, I suppose. I'm unlikely to be this popular again any time soon.
