sunday brunch

went off with very few hitches.
A couple of the girls that were supposed to bring food had something come up last minute so we lived happily on cheeses with honey and cheeses with sea salt and cheeses with cheeses and biscuits and breads and sweets and booze. Real food may have just taken up valuable sweets and cheese and booze room in our bellies so it was just as well.

Because we are all somewhere near or past 30, I thought it would be fun to throw a girly girly tea party brunch because if you were born before 1980 you probably didn't get to have a princess party like all the little girls are having now.

And we deserve it, dammit.

I dusted off the china that hasn't been used in over 40 years (seriously). I sidewalk chalked my front pavement with hearts and flowers and stars and swirls. I glittered a path to my front door. There were candies and tiaras and lip glosses and nail polishes and Lisa Frank stuff and jewelry and all sorts of things all over my house. And glitter. And I blew up over 100 balloons and let them bounce around the living and dining rooms. And there was glitter. And we drank peach nectar with peach schnapps&blueberries&Asti and we drank gin&lemonade and we drank cans of Miller Lite and we wore fancy dresses and we talked about life and work and kids and dogs and sex and drugs and rock and roll.

And we may have listened to NKOTB. And LL Cool J.