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ethan's birthday party was quite fun. Lots of kisses and flirting and fun conversations. and: I have such *sexy* friends!
I thought the food-consumption pattern was bizzarre, but upon reflection, I didn't put out little plates until an hour and a half into the evening, so people at first only ate the finger-food. We've got this huge container of hummous left over. That never happens. Nobody had *any* of of the baguette. Okay, there was a whole 'nother bread thing brought by somebody else, so maybe that wasn't as weird. The Saint Andre brie was only half eaten. That's usually the first thing to go.
I was on my feet from 9am yesterday morning getting ready for this party (baking two cakes, cleaning, shopping, etc.) and then fifteen minutes after party *start* time I was still in the kitchen in my jeans, putting stuff out. Left the party in the hands of the guests who'd arrived and dashed upstairs to shower & get dressed. The shower part took me ten minutes, the "get dressed" part took me another ten (which was mostly locating and then applying fishnets), but the hair-and-makeup part in the middle took well over a half-hour. Oh, yeah, and the boots. There was some twiddling with the boots.
And no afternoon nap. Just too much to do. So I didn't make it to the end of the party as I'd been managing at previous parties I've hosted in this house -- I was back to my old habit of starting to droop at midnight, in bed by one. The last guest, I'm told, left at 4am, but by the time I went upstairs at one there were only a dozen or so people left and half of them were preparing to leave.
outfit #1: 9:15pm - 11:30pm. red silk habotai just-above-the-knee tight stretchy dress, high collar with keyhole cut-out, dangly chain earrings, thigh-high fishnets, knee-high patent-leather platform boots that make me just a quarter-inch shy of six feet tall.
outfit #2: 11:30pm - 1am. kept the earrings and fishnets. Traded in the red dress for ankle-length sleeveless high-necked black snakeskin dress, and the platform boots for four-inch black-patent-and-clear-acrylic heels. The fabric on this one, I think, is slinkier than the other dress, because there ensued comments about my undergarments: I leaned over the windowsill in my room to watch somebody leave and the people who remained behind me "discovered" the fishnet-tops. So the rest of the evening people were feeling up the backs of my thighs through the dress, looking for where the fishnets ended...
good party. next time, I hope I'll manage the whole afternoon nap thing so I can stay up later.
I thought the food-consumption pattern was bizzarre, but upon reflection, I didn't put out little plates until an hour and a half into the evening, so people at first only ate the finger-food. We've got this huge container of hummous left over. That never happens. Nobody had *any* of of the baguette. Okay, there was a whole 'nother bread thing brought by somebody else, so maybe that wasn't as weird. The Saint Andre brie was only half eaten. That's usually the first thing to go.
I was on my feet from 9am yesterday morning getting ready for this party (baking two cakes, cleaning, shopping, etc.) and then fifteen minutes after party *start* time I was still in the kitchen in my jeans, putting stuff out. Left the party in the hands of the guests who'd arrived and dashed upstairs to shower & get dressed. The shower part took me ten minutes, the "get dressed" part took me another ten (which was mostly locating and then applying fishnets), but the hair-and-makeup part in the middle took well over a half-hour. Oh, yeah, and the boots. There was some twiddling with the boots.
And no afternoon nap. Just too much to do. So I didn't make it to the end of the party as I'd been managing at previous parties I've hosted in this house -- I was back to my old habit of starting to droop at midnight, in bed by one. The last guest, I'm told, left at 4am, but by the time I went upstairs at one there were only a dozen or so people left and half of them were preparing to leave.
outfit #1: 9:15pm - 11:30pm. red silk habotai just-above-the-knee tight stretchy dress, high collar with keyhole cut-out, dangly chain earrings, thigh-high fishnets, knee-high patent-leather platform boots that make me just a quarter-inch shy of six feet tall.
outfit #2: 11:30pm - 1am. kept the earrings and fishnets. Traded in the red dress for ankle-length sleeveless high-necked black snakeskin dress, and the platform boots for four-inch black-patent-and-clear-acrylic heels. The fabric on this one, I think, is slinkier than the other dress, because there ensued comments about my undergarments: I leaned over the windowsill in my room to watch somebody leave and the people who remained behind me "discovered" the fishnet-tops. So the rest of the evening people were feeling up the backs of my thighs through the dress, looking for where the fishnets ended...
good party. next time, I hope I'll manage the whole afternoon nap thing so I can stay up later.