Holly and oh-so-jolly.
What would a Christmas season be without a ladies cocktail party?
BORING.
While I’ve been in my new mini manse for a few months now, it’s not big enough to host the regular blow out I typically do every December. So this year, I limited it to females so we could get down with our sparkly selves. The party prepping took place all day and kind of took over my living room.
Watch your step.
Hosting a party will immediately give you an eagle eye on all things not perfect, like nicks in your black wall that you cover up with a Sharpie marker.
No one will know the difference….
While I was busy coloring my wall, Teddy had his paws full pretending he was the Abominable Snowman atop my piano. He delicately tried to whip every single one of my sparkly deer with his tail.
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, I’ll knock you down ’til kingdom come.
Sorry. Not sorry.
After rescuing my deer from the grey lion, I set up the all important party piece. The bar.
Oh come all ye thirsty!
No party is complete without fancy, plastic barware.
I feel like this could be me.
Ready, willing and able to party all night!
As soon as the guests arrived, we whipped out the all important Jell-O shots.
Christmas angels. Well, two of them are anyway.
While we were standing there, minding our own Jell-O shotting business, someone jumped in to photo bomb (this must be a hereditary trait, since I like to invite myself into everyone else’s pics all the time).
Bombed by my mom.
While it’s hard to believe I could be associated with anyone who has not slurped down a Jell-O shot (I mean for Christ’s sake, my 90-year-old Gma even partakes), I found myself in that very situation. Of course we devirginized her quickly – so quickly in fact that she requested a second cup of the gelatin goodness before the first was down her hatch.
Yes, you’ll have another.
You’d think that pregnant gals would feel left out during all of the drinking shenanigans but not in my mini manse. Simply shove whipped cream down their throat, so they can be inebriated on sweetness.
Partying for three (she’s having twins!).
Pregnant ladies also know how to keep the ambiance of a gathering going strong by providing entertainment. Have you ever seen a belly play Chopsticks on a piano?
Entertainer(s) of the year.
When it’s time for guests to leave, I classily beg to keep some of the party snacks they brought (you know, so us party animals have something to snack on at 2am…or so I have lunch for the next week. Whatever).
No spoon zone.
As the wee hours of the morning greeted us, those of us awake held a photo shoot before getting the leftover snacks out (how all models at photo shoots roll).
I never want the fun to end.
But someone had to put their foot down and demand we all go to bed.
Host with the most.
He can be such a party pooper!
CBXB
Cowboys and Crossbones 