Partay

We had the party. I think everyone had a good time. They weren’t all sitting there looking miserable, anyway, so that’s something. And it wasn’t the disaster I feared it would be. The hot hors d’oeuvres proved to be a little tricky, because I didn’t want them to get cold, but at the same time, I wanted them to be ready when people started arriving. That didn’t quite happen, but my friend Amy’s husband Gus jumped in and sliced up some Camembert for me, so the crouton with carmelized onions and Camembert came together just fine. And in addition to helping me clean and organize the house all week and putting up with my party-related worrying, John also saved the day by grating the cheese for my smoked cheddar and potato in phyllo cup appetizer. The desserts were a big hit, but that’s not a surprise – they were delicious after all. And the wine situation turned out just fine, although no one went for the red, plus two people brought red wine, so it’s like the bottles I already had got together and had a red wine babies. Oh! I got carded when I bought the wine, and the guy was serious too! I told him I really liked him, and he told me I must be living right, because I don’t look my age. Thank you liquor store guy.

But back to the party. It was freakishly warm here today, so we didn’t get to have a fire in the fireplace. In fact, no one went downstairs at all, so all of the cleaning and space-maximizing furniture rearranging we did down there was for nothing. Although if we hadn’t done it, everyone would have wanted to hang out downstairs. Complete strangers would have stopped by to hang out in our messy and poorly organized basement.

Naturally, the best part of the party was having my mom and my friends here. It was strange though, because I was so busy fretting about keeping the food stocked, and the appetizers warm and every other little detail that I didn’t really get to talk to everyone the way I would have liked to do. I got to have little chats with most people, but no real conversations. I guess it is usually that way.

The party was a lot of work though, and now I’m totally exhausted. I did manage to work out today, but other than some fresh vegetables and dip, I didn’t eat anything healthy at all. Still, I think I’ll have another cookie and then toddle off to bed. I can go back to dieting in the morning, right?