More photos I captured from the best bridal shower ever. I know I’m impossibly late in sharing these but life is more hectic than usual. Still friends?
All images by me
Well I’ve determined that I don’t ever want to be a party planner. That shiz is hard so if that’s your line of work, I commend you. Our small party seemed huge in our teeny house, but we made it work and based on the empty bottles and our neighbors’ complaints, I think our guests had fun.We set up a full bar inside, beer tasting and cigar bar outside and passed around no frill hors d’oeuvres. We also had ice cream cake and chocolate peanut butter bars that everyone raved about.
I wish I could give you a visual, but I realized that when you host a party, it’s rude to expect your guests to wait around while you set up a tripod and take pictures. I didn’t even Instagram you guys! So just imagine it looked like this:
Tomorrow night I’m hosting a beer tasting, scotch drinking, cigar smoking party for The Husband’s birthday/graduation complete with bar snacks and brownies. It will mark my official foray into themed parties. Before you know it, I’ll have more mason jars and chalkboard paper than I know what to do with.
I’m back from Mardi Gras in New Orleans grope-free and no longer a port-a-potty virgin. It had to happen, you guys, and I just went with the flow. Mardi Gras is pretty crazy and I still can’t get over how into parades people are. But it definitely is a sight to see and I can check it off my bucket list.
I have to say the residents of Louisiana epitomize southern hospitality. The friends we stayed with went out of their way to make us feel welcome and we’re so thankful to them for providing me and The Husband with shelter, food and entertainment for five days.
Highlights of our trip included a daytime stroll in the French Quarter (we decided on purpose not to do Bourbon Street in the dark), the best Hurricane at the oldest bar in the city, and catching beads from random strangers on balconies.
We were chastised for all our sinning so we went to church to repent.
One day we sought shelter at a nearby plantation during a torrential downpour.
There was a lot of parade watching going on. I almost brought a mini horse home with me.
And thank God for use of a private port-a-potty provided by some sweet friends.
I also tried extremely hard to catch beads from Will Ferrell at the Bacchus Parade. Nothing.
I didn’t get to meet Elizabeth as it is nearly impossible to get around during Mardi Gras 😦 But she promises to come to San Diego!
And that’s my trip in 200 words or less, which I know is about how long I have your attention for. Thanks to all of you who left me tips about Mardi Gras. Especially the one about the shenis.
My BFF and her boyfriend threw a classy New Year’s Eve party at their classy home in LA. See, there was glassware and champagne in a claw foot tub.
The Husband and I drove up from San Diego and realized we left our party clothes at home. It was an emergency situation as the Husband is built like a linebacker and has a hard time ever finding clothes that fit right. After a quick trip to the only store open at that hour and my friend’s closet, we managed to look presentable although not as spectacular as we would have if we had been wearing our chosen attire. Who knew Marc Anthony for Kohls collection would ever save our asses.
Then we got drunk and partied like it was Y2K all over again.
How did you spend your last evening of 2011?