Saturday night we had our first official “house party”. I’m sure my mom (next door) loved it, with our drinking, smoking, and loud music blaring. At least we refrained from jumping in her pool at midnight, right??

We had 4 other couples over for an impromptu cookout - everyone brought some food or beer or booze and we served burgers and I made homemade blueberry cobbler. As the night wore on, we got sillier and sillier…and it was so fun! Tequila shots all around! We dragged the firepit out in the yard so that all of us could hang out (because as big as I think my lanai is, it’s not big enough for 10 grown ups and 5 children) and ended up roasting marshmallows and trying not to burn ourselves. I couldn’t find a fire log at any of the local stores, so we used sticks and pinecones from the woods, and left bottles all over the yard like the white trash that we are.

I think that made the party a success, is that at one point, I was wearing a bra that wasn’t mine, and the bra owners husband was wearing MY bra. Yes, I think that will be my new benchmark for all parties. Did you wear a bra that wasn’t your own? Success.