Actually, scratch that 1989. Well, mostly except for:
- Making food for the party instead of opening a bag of chips.
- Worrying about whether people will actually drink Budwiser instead of knowing that if you buy it, they will drink it, no matter what it is.
- No matter how hard you try to make it look like a frat house the cutesy flag and live plant on the front porch kill the atmosphere.
- Having to worry about a babysitter and leave the party at 10PM instead of that being when things just get started.
Our neighborhood ladies group had their annual progressive dinner on Saturday night. It was our first chance to experience the fun. All was well until the electricity went off 45 minutes before we were scheduled to start. There was much freaking out and screeching by grown women about their hair (yes, some things never change). The theme was back to college night, they gave out t-shirts and name badges just like orientation.
Gman, of course, memorialized the whole thing in pictures.
1 comment:
FUN! I've always wanted to do a progressive dinner party. I guess I'd better start making nice with the neighbors, huh?
hmmmmmpf.
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