Then, there was my montage of 18 travel photos I’d gone to the effort of printing but had yet to frame. I thought that was going to be a process, having to place each one and measure where to hammer in the nail, but luckily double-sided tape does wonders (until one fell off a few minutes later and shattered all over the living room. Oops). By 1:30pm, a mere hour and a half before the party was to begin, I still hadn’t even gone grocery shopping for food and booze. Another slight panic attack later, and I was back with six bags of groceries, and still had enough time to shower, look presentable, and prepare the snacks (thanks in part to the earliest guest arriving 45 minutes late).
At the end of the day, the party was a success. Twenty-four adults, two children, two dogs, a cat and a Mexican Hello Kitty—how could it be anything but a barrel full of fun? The Hello Kitty pinata alone was a hit, especially after Roy busted her open with one swift move and we had to perform reconstructive surgery on various body parts.
And can I just ask who else’s boyfriend gives a SEWING DEMONSTRATION in his workshop at a party to a handful of very enthusiastic participants?
It truly amazes me that when I moved here four months ago, I didn’t even have enough friends I could count on one hand. And my birthday dinner just weeks after the move was pretty meager (while still a whole lot of fun, thanks to SVV). But now, I’ve met so many great people, through the blogsphere, through running, through Scott, at media events—people that were willing to drive or BART it out to the ‘burbs on a Saturday to celebrate with me and Scott!—and while it may sound slightly cheesecake-y, I’m extremely grateful how this whole move has worked out, and for all the new friends who have landed in my life. Unfortunately, I didn’t take too many pictures (hostess with the mostess doesn’t have the time for such trivial matters), but I do think this one pretty much sums up the day:
And unfortunately again, someone here was recovering from a two-daylong headache and decided to heed her boyfriend’s advice when he handed her half a pill of codeine for the pain. Someone had also been generous with the jungle juice, and apparently the combination doesn’t mix. That same someone would be the one who passed out at 7:30pm in the midst of her own party (granted, the shindig started at 3 and there were only stragglers left at that time) and woke up comatose the next morning at 8am. So in essence? If you need someone to plan your next event, don’t call this someone. Unless, of course, it’s dry, or you keep her far from the wet bar.
Oh it looks like such fun! Happy housewarming.
It’s so sweet that you have an entire blog dedicated to making me want to move 3,000 miles west. Thanks, K!
I love housewarming parties!
Sounds like yours was a good one, complete with pinatas and sewing machine demonstrations.
props to you for throwing a successful party with so little prep time. i’m already thinking about the going-away party i am throwing in early august and freaking out!
you and i will definitely have to fit in a run when you are here!
I wish I could’ve joined. And I know the feeling- I’ve fallen asleep at my own bbq, too.
The dog is cute.
we have bipolar weather here too. last week i was wearing a WINTER jACKET and today i am HOT in a tank and shorts.
As a native of the area, I believe that ideal temperatures fall between 65 and 75. We natives do not handle temperatures outside of that range very well. In fact, anything below 60 is just downright freezing.
Glad your party went well.
the rather large head of the pinata has disappeared into the deserts of california.