I learned a new word today. “Cribtimonials” -- wanting whatever a celebrity has in his/her own home. Maybe if I become a ROC-city celebutante, I can get corporate sponsorship by infusing my friends with desire every time I open up my humble abode for another classy cocktail party. But right now my only Cribtimonals would be IKEA & the thrift store... huh. I can still throw the cocktail parties though.
This past Friday was one such occasion... I love a good party. And since I took the time and cash-money to pimp my apartment for Christmas, I thought I’d show it off. It’s supercute, full of adorable felt holiday paraphernalia and a red, gold, purple and green themed tree (I decided to be one of Those People who color coordinates their holiday decorating with their living room... please don’t hate me.) While fun for other people, I was a tad stressed through the whole night, to the point where I even got a bit snippy towards The Boy and one of my slightly obnoxious guests. O dear. In retrospect, I have assembled a brief list of things to prepare for next time to prevent these little lapses in hospitality.
1. Make easy to eat treats. I have this one down, but it’s always a good reminder. My favorites are anything involving crescent rolls (baked brie, lil cheddar cocktail weenies), childhood (chocolate chip cookies, rice krispie treats), or Mexico (guacamole, taquitos!). Classy, eh?
2. Assemble the music playlist at least one week in advance. This was my first cause of stress, as I a) had no holiday tunes b) used a playlist I’ve recycled from the past 5 billion parties. The Shins can be very depressing at 1 am.
3. Never, ever pit boys against girls while playing a board game (Taboo, in this instance). It gets violent and awkward, especially for the single ones and those with relationship drama. 4. Have paper towels nearby so spills are easy to clean up. That would have saved me a ton of scrubbing on Saturday. The Mystery Beer Scent still eludes me. I think it might be in the tree...
Labels: christmas, cocktail party