"Cocktail party: A gathering held to enable forty people to talk about themselves at the same time. The man who remains after the liquor is gone is the host."

December 11, 2010 - B&W

Well we did it.  We had another successful B&W Party.  I say it every year, but this year was the BEST ONE YET.  Like every year, people don't show up to a party until well after 9:00...even when it started at 7:30...but in the grand scheme of things, who cares?  All of the food was eaten and I found enough empty beer cans and wine bottles to fill up 5 trash bags.  Most everyone adhered to the dress code of black and white...and only 2 people wore jeans...one had permission and the other one is just stubborn.

It's now Tuesday evening and I think I'll be fully recovered by tomorrow (the party was on Saturday). 

Things got a little out of hand after the party...and by that, I mean at the after party. 

We decided to go to the bars after the party...around midnight...and then back to my house.  I guess I was in a very festive mood and invited the entire bar to my house.  And it's not that big of a house....but we made it work.  There were people there that we knew...some that we'd just met...and some that just came in off the street...literally.   

I'm still not clear as to who all was here...but I did find my purse in a vase, cups everywhere...including in my cabinets and under my bed...broken glass all over my bathroom and kitchen, my shower curtain and rod in my bathtub, along with the shelf that used to be on my bathroom wall...a basket of my hair products in there as well - andddddd an empty bottle of Jim Bean above my toilet. 

Apparently there was some sort of CD release party and the after party was one block away from my house...and some people saw a party and assumed that this was the one.  Bone Thugs N' Harmony were in my kitchen...and may or may not have been rapping...and Kings of Leon were sitting quietly at my dining room table.  If I'd had any sense at the time, I would've certainly asked them for some autographs..or at least a picture.  Instead, I decided to do this with my friend TaraLeigh:

I should have stopped before I said these words on Friday,

"I hate you, I really like your hair longer, we will never be friends again, but you should come to my party." 

A girl that I used to be very good friends with...that I'm not now, nor ever care to be again, was at the bar and I invited her...and her boyfriend...the very reason that I don't like her anymore.  Long story short, we saw them again on Saturday and I invited them again.  Ever the fantastic party host, I felt that they should come.  I think in my drunken head, I wanted them to see how fabulous my life has been in the last year - since they are no longer in it.  Maybe I satisfied this idea...maybe not...I really can't remember.  I just know that I still don't like them...and I never will.  I may not be able to do many things, but I can hold a grudge.  For years.  Speaking of broken glass...someone broke a mirror in my bathroom (I guess my bathroom was a popular gathering spot) and my wonderful, supportive mother said, "I hope it was whatshername and that she has bad luck for 7 years....I can't believe you let her into your house...you need to get on the wagon for a while."

Yay for moms that tell you like it is.

And double yay for waking up to a house that looks like this:

 Thank you to all of my friends...new and old(er than dirt) for making 2010's B&W the best one yet...I so look forward to the years to come....and I know that they will keep getting better and better...because of all of you.  You all have one year to recover...until December 10, 2011.  Cheers!