Chris and I hosted a birthday party for our favorite person, Rosanne. We got a cows worth of cheese and meat and had a big old bash. This is Chris pridefully readying our house for guests. What a guy!
Liz made super clever pins of old pictures of Rosies rave days. All the pin backs eventually fell off, but we kept the pics and put them on our fridge, so now we have a fridge shrine dedicated to Rave Rosie.
Another one of my amazing, super talented friends, Eleanor, made this red wine, head-explosion delicious cake (we added the macaroons):
We tried to play Celebrity but everyone started screaming all at once, so that ended quickly. Really what we did best that night was sit at our kitchen table and drink whiskey:
Sunny took a lot of super flattering pictures of everyone but me. Is it me or does the camera add 500 pounds?
Sunny takes amazing pictures by the way. Check her out here.
Its funny, something I learning about the difference between being in your twenties and adulthood is directly related to dinner parties. When you are in your twenties and all of your guests bring a bottle of whiskey, you drink it all. Every last drop like its your last day on earth and then you call in sick to work the next day. But when youre an adult, you drink it casually, in moderation and then put the rest away in the liquor cabinet that only gets opened on holidays and other special occasions. Im ready for adulthood.
Doesnt this seem like a low key night of soft light and cheerful banter? It wasnt. Things definitely got weird:
Love you guys!
