I'm typing this blog entry from a supine position on the couch, with my lap top on my belly, and the watery ice cube remains of a bloody mary next to me.
My girlfriends and I had a fabulously fun time last night, as usual, at one our "Goddess" parties. That's where we all get together and bring our favorite foods and beverages, sometimes we do "crafty" / "Soul Collage-ing" type things, we've had mobile masseuses come and give massages, etc. But mostly we eat, drink, talk, laugh, eat, drink some more, and sometimes get a little wild.
Last night's party started off demurely enough with pedicures, vodka martinis and cocktail meatballs. Someone even brought lemon bars....I don't think it get's any more proper than that. But as the witching hour neared, we all flung off our bras, and what small amount of common sense we had left, and decided to go on a 2 mile trek to walk one of the goddesses home and retrieve my husband.
Some of us brought beers on our walk (why we thought it was a good idea to switch from vodka martinis, to wine, to beer, is still a mystery to me), and of course had a run in with the police. They were actually looking for someone and just asked us if we'd seen anything suspicious. I was pretty miffed that 6 loud, bra-less, decidedly un-ladylike, drunken women, walking after midnight with beer bottles and reeking of Mango Chutney Brown Rice Salad, didn't seem a bit suspicious to them, but whatever.
We dropped off one Goddess, picked up my husband (who had been drinking Scotch and smoking cigars with another husband), and we all, somehow, made it back home safely!
This was our buffet (and a couple of the Goddesses), or part of it, there was a constant rotation of culinary delights:
And the reason I will be eating soup for the next three days.
I did lose 2.5 pounds my first week back on Weight Watchers! Well, as of yesterday before the party anyway.....
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