Last night was party #2 on the Prasil Party Agenda. I guess we have party agendas now.
This was a small one. Alright you guys, I have a fear. My fear is that no one will show up to parties I throw. I’ll have gone way overboard on everything and 2 people will be there to see it all. Yeah, it’s pretty much everyone’s fear, I know. But last night was kind of a trial run for the Prasils. I invited just a handful of friends. I wanted to get a feel for how things would go and if I should really go ahead with my December party or if I should bag it and retreat back to the life of Friday night DVRs.
We’re gonna go ahead and do it.
I started this little party project a long time ago. I have been searching for 50s/60s decor and things for weeks.
You know you have awesome friends when you throw a party like this and they basically have everything you need to make it authentic.
I wanted the menu to be completely 50s/60s. So, naturally, I cooked a ham.
There were rolls and potatoes, too, but for dessert my mom made a jello……thing.
It was legit.
Maggie presented it.
And what’s a party like this without fondue?
Delicious. Bread is wonderful, first of all. But dip that in a cheese and wine blend and you’re suddenly transported to heaven. Danny is the best ever.
There were nuts to munch on. There was a relish tray. And thanks to Megan, it all looked super 50s and 60s presented on pretty bomb platters.
We had a lot of fun. And, of course, our awesome friends dressed up. Partly because I forced them to, but partly because they are super groovy.
Oh, don’t you recognize these names? It’s because my friends are fun and came up with names for everyone. I love it. It makes for some fun hashtags and hilarious conversations.
And in addition to these awesome peeps pictured above, we had Ellen and Joel and Megan and Matt and MariaJose and Justin and Tobe.
And can I just say that even with a small-ish group, when the group is full of people like that, it makes evvvvvvery minute of party prep worth it.
[ cigarettes were full of baby powder, so when you blew on them, “smoke” puffed out. I thought they were genius. I have also never been a cigarette smoker so I found it fun and awesome. But apparently it’s not as fun if you’re either a smoker or used to be a smoker. Hey, I’m Ruthie, and I’m 12 years old. ]
And today we recovered.
It’s not often that I drink too much. Like…hardly ever. So waking up to 5 babies can be just a bit rough on the ‘ol head. We took ‘er slow today. Papa delivered donuts. Then went back to get them McDonald’s because they are spoiled rotten. Then I got myself together and showered and Maria and I met Sadie at the highschool to shop at the craft fair where I purchased these:
I die. That ‘beardie’ is hysterical. And my hat is so comfy. They came from my super rad friend Blake. Go buy yourself a few.
Then I went to feed the chickens (who we are going to move to our house VERY soon! hooray! I can’t wait to just walk right outside our back door to collect eggs.). Look what I did:
You probably can’t tell what is happening in this picture so I will just go ahead and tell you. See that white egg? You guys, it was rolling out of my hands and I caught it with the very tip of my middle finger! That was the most exciting and awesome thing that happened to me today.
I saved the egg.