two weeks ago i was freaked out. because i wanted to have a birthday party but i didn't think anyone would come. or not the *important* people. or something. I think I was my own worst enemy - thinking that I'd made friends, but they weren't close enough friends to want to show up for a saturday night or something. I literally talked myself out of the thought of a party, and then....
my housemate talked me into having it. Well, as much as any one person can talk another into it, but i said something about wanting to do cocktails and cupcakes and he thought it was a great idea, and why not have a party and then... well, the facebook event went up and there we were.
And I realized that even though some of my best friends in the world are hours or states (or many states) away, that I have friends who will show up and wish me happy birthday and who I have fun with and I love talking with and who are awesome.
Why yes, i have had like six drinks and am barely able to spell, why do you ask?
anyway, this is the post party drunk post, if it wasn't obvious, to the event where people came, they talked, we talked, my worlds meshed, the people i've known forever and the people i've known for a couple of days and low and behold, it was goooooood!
also? if you ever decide to have a russian themed party, i would heartily suggest white russian cupcakes and black russian cupackes and a drink called the 'moscow mule' made with ginger beer (non alcoholic) and vodka (totally alcoholic) and lime. They work. Trust me!
Maija and Jeff were awesome, and beautiful, and showed up first and BROUGHT US A COFFEE TABLE! which was awesome and amusing. And Kevin and his girlfriend were amazing and next and just eeeee! and then came Phillip and Ingrid and Jackie and Charisse and her brother Mike and Hunter and Rosie and then that was everyone (i don't throw that big of parties) and it was JUST the right number to get to flit from person to person but still have actual conversations. And Alec (boy!housemate) took his co-hosting duties mariginally seriously - in that we both made people drinks and he made a music playlist and put his computer int eh living room - and we all had a grand silly time.
And the dog, while she wanted to bark at people, once they were inside the house, did pretty amazing for a puppy who has issues with people. She took treats and sniffed and even woefully begged to get cheese and/or black russian cupcakes).
And even though Charisse was doing her 'i'm too cool for you' thing (which really, i suppose i'm going to have to ask her about, since this is like her third week of doing it, and it is seriously getting old) everyone ELSE had a great time, seemed to hit it off, and had smart conversations and silly conversations and just ... fun!
which means that not only am i not dead (or socially dead and over the hill and too old to throw a party), but i am passing another year in this life in happiness. surrounded (at least in part) by people I really love.
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