I’ve resurfaced from being gone a couple days because of the husband’s birthday party. Friday I ran all around the city looking for gifts/food/drinks/decorations. Saturday we partied for 10+ hours. Sunday we recuperated. And now I’m enjoying my last day off work in my 7 day stretch.
People kept asking where my parents’ were. The ones who know them know they wouldn’t miss the husband’s birthday party in their own house. The ones who don’t know them were concerned at whether we’d get in trouble for all the ruckus we were causing.
Where to start? Ah, the beginning. On Friday, I decided the gifts I’d picked out in my head for the husband needed to finally be purchased. So I snuck out of the house while the husband was sleep and went shopping. Fast forward 4 hrs and I had spent $1000. PS3 and accessories, groceries, decorations, and starter drinks for the party.
I went to the best Best Buy in the city (in terms of customer service). I went to the nearest Party City to there out of convenience. Then I found a huge Binny’s Beverage Depot. If you’ve never heard of Binny’s, Google it. It’s a magical land where people like myself go and spend way less than expected on the ingredients to my Everything Punch for my BYOB party. Then I want by my parents’ house for groceries. I didn’t want anything melting or getting too hot in the 90 degree heat.
I wrapped the husband’s presents at my parents house and took a picture and sent it to him. You can see it at the bottom. So many gifts. PS3, extra controller, Blu-Ray remote, charger, cologne, a new wallet (his old one was busted), and his very own bottle of Bombay Sapphire gin.
The party was a resounding success. Everyone loved the food. I was worried we’d have too much food and instead we didn’t have enough. But we didn’t run out of alcohol. People kept arriving and leaving, so the guests stayed entertaining and entertained.
It was so nice to have all that extra room at my parents’ house. We were in the kitchen, the dining room, outside, and the living room. The husband was quite drunk and took a two hour nap, so of course he got photographed for future laughs.
The party started at 4 and the last guest left at 2:30-ish. So we were super tired. It was all we could do to drag ourselves into bed to just fall right asleep.
My brother woke up the next morning, saw the tornado that hit the house and definitely had a WTF moment. I know he was regretting suggesting we have the party there.
But we finally got up around noon-ish and cleaned the house. When we were done, there were no signs of party. But there are memories. And pictures. And the husband glues to his new PS3.
How was your weekend?