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Showing posts with label party. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
7 parties. 1 fateful night.
Here's a top 10 list of things to know if you're going to 7 parties in one night.
1. Plan for parking.
Especially if it's a snow emergency. And freezing outside. Because if you aren't patient and aren't willing to park at least 6 blocks away, you're probably going to miss the 8th party (sorry Bleric!).
2. Group your parties by location. Start with the farthest away, then work your way in so you can get to your eventual goal of being on foot only.
3. Someone needs to be sober sister. Consider the people traveling with you in your group. If one of them drunk-slept an entire day and night when you were camping, including when he was tubing down a river, perhaps it's his turn to be sober sister for the first half of your parties.
4. Bundle. The frick. Up. It's cold outside! We're talking scarf over your face, booze in a backpack, don your warmest and least attractive boots, and learn from me ladies. Double up the leggings next time, ok?
5. Spend a good chunk of time at the party with the best food. (You know who you are, party #3. Your spicy chicken bbq dip, your pickles and cream cheese appetizers, your caramel puff corn, your white chocolate dipped oreos, for God sakes!! I'm bringing you a medal, you hear?)
6. If you're going to be a-holes and not stay
at parties for very long, at least bring a gift. Our choice beverage was a variety of delicious sparkling juices, because every party has its token kids and/or alcoholics, right? Respect.
7. If you are the non-sober person of the group, I highly suggest no more than 1 drink per party, unless one party was a dud and you needed to double up (obviously). I found that 7ish drinks over 8ish hours was a pretty perfect combination of non-sloppy yet energetic, hilarious, and adorable. According to me.
8. Don't leave your sweater at party #2. That means leaving parties 3 through 7 you'll have to endure the cold inside part of your sleeves rubbing up against your bare arms. Bare arms! C'mon Anna.
9. Make mental notes of hilarious things people say and do so you can recount them the next day via text. Especially when someone whispers cryptic pieces of advice into your ear as he/she gracefully stumbles out of the party (*cough HANNAH, *cough BEST PART OF THE NIGHT).
10. Take pictures with all of the hosts of your parties, so blog readers can believe everything you actually accomplished that night.
And please, let's all have a moment of silence for our fallen party. I'm sorry Bleric.
...................silence...........................
The end. Happy New Year!
1. Plan for parking.
Especially if it's a snow emergency. And freezing outside. Because if you aren't patient and aren't willing to park at least 6 blocks away, you're probably going to miss the 8th party (sorry Bleric!).2. Group your parties by location. Start with the farthest away, then work your way in so you can get to your eventual goal of being on foot only.
3. Someone needs to be sober sister. Consider the people traveling with you in your group. If one of them drunk-slept an entire day and night when you were camping, including when he was tubing down a river, perhaps it's his turn to be sober sister for the first half of your parties.
4. Bundle. The frick. Up. It's cold outside! We're talking scarf over your face, booze in a backpack, don your warmest and least attractive boots, and learn from me ladies. Double up the leggings next time, ok?
5. Spend a good chunk of time at the party with the best food. (You know who you are, party #3. Your spicy chicken bbq dip, your pickles and cream cheese appetizers, your caramel puff corn, your white chocolate dipped oreos, for God sakes!! I'm bringing you a medal, you hear?)
6. If you're going to be a-holes and not stay
at parties for very long, at least bring a gift. Our choice beverage was a variety of delicious sparkling juices, because every party has its token kids and/or alcoholics, right? Respect.7. If you are the non-sober person of the group, I highly suggest no more than 1 drink per party, unless one party was a dud and you needed to double up (obviously). I found that 7ish drinks over 8ish hours was a pretty perfect combination of non-sloppy yet energetic, hilarious, and adorable. According to me.
8. Don't leave your sweater at party #2. That means leaving parties 3 through 7 you'll have to endure the cold inside part of your sleeves rubbing up against your bare arms. Bare arms! C'mon Anna.
9. Make mental notes of hilarious things people say and do so you can recount them the next day via text. Especially when someone whispers cryptic pieces of advice into your ear as he/she gracefully stumbles out of the party (*cough HANNAH, *cough BEST PART OF THE NIGHT).
10. Take pictures with all of the hosts of your parties, so blog readers can believe everything you actually accomplished that night.
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| My partner in crime. |
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| Party #1, hosted by Dave and Kristin |
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| Party #2, 1920's themed, hosted by the lovely Keira Gatta |
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| Party #3 and winner of best food ever, hosted by Alyson Wise |
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| Party #4, circus themed, by the homemade tutu-ed Ani Loizzo |
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| Party #5, where the ball dropped, hosted by Bokensha x2 and Jessi! |
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| Party #6, hosted by Allison, Marlowe, and my cuddle buddy Professor! |
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| Party #7, hosted (until 4:30 am!) by Lauren and Bobby |
And please, let's all have a moment of silence for our fallen party. I'm sorry Bleric.
...................silence...........................
The end. Happy New Year!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Walking tacos and alligators.
First, let me just say the taco party was a rousing success. And it wasn't a regular taco party - no, sir. We served walking tacos, as described lovingly by local actor/comedian Bobby Gardner, who got his first taste of the stuff at our party:
Apparently I'm the only person on the planet who didn't know what these delectable gems were. Basically you open up a small bag of your favorite tortilla chips, crush up the chips, then add your meat, cheese, lettuce, salsa, etc., grab a fork and enjoy! How have I not heard of this? It combines my two passions: food and laziness. Kudos to the fat, lazy bastard that came up with the walking taco. I salute you!
And here is a visual if you are having trouble wrapping your head around this delicacy.
Second, I have to tell you about my dream last night. My two friends and I were in a lagoon. Except it wasn't a pretty one - it was all swampy and dangerous and the water was dark and opaque. My friend Conrad was disabled, so I was holding his head above water. The lagoon was shallow enough so that we could all wade through the water but Conrad's legs didn't work so I was holding him up from underneath his armpits and facing him forward so he could see. My friend Alan was wading next to us.
Then, all of a sudden, alligators started coming toward us, one by one. Alan loudly taunted them. Whenever I saw one coming toward us, I would wheel Conrad around to face the alligator, then he would slap the alligator's face with a fly swatter. Alan's taunting grew and he started beckoning the gators to come toward us: "C'MON ALLIGATORS!!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!?" I continued to wheel Conrad around and he continued to lightly and repeatedly slap each one with the fly swatter until it ambled away.
Then I woke up.
Happy Thursday!
Apparently I'm the only person on the planet who didn't know what these delectable gems were. Basically you open up a small bag of your favorite tortilla chips, crush up the chips, then add your meat, cheese, lettuce, salsa, etc., grab a fork and enjoy! How have I not heard of this? It combines my two passions: food and laziness. Kudos to the fat, lazy bastard that came up with the walking taco. I salute you!
And here is a visual if you are having trouble wrapping your head around this delicacy.
Second, I have to tell you about my dream last night. My two friends and I were in a lagoon. Except it wasn't a pretty one - it was all swampy and dangerous and the water was dark and opaque. My friend Conrad was disabled, so I was holding his head above water. The lagoon was shallow enough so that we could all wade through the water but Conrad's legs didn't work so I was holding him up from underneath his armpits and facing him forward so he could see. My friend Alan was wading next to us.
Then, all of a sudden, alligators started coming toward us, one by one. Alan loudly taunted them. Whenever I saw one coming toward us, I would wheel Conrad around to face the alligator, then he would slap the alligator's face with a fly swatter. Alan's taunting grew and he started beckoning the gators to come toward us: "C'MON ALLIGATORS!!! IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!!?" I continued to wheel Conrad around and he continued to lightly and repeatedly slap each one with the fly swatter until it ambled away.
Then I woke up.
Happy Thursday!
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