Ah… The funtime gods finally smiled upon me this past weekend. About fucking time, I say, but not too loudly, because I am so very grateful.
Friday night featured a fun, low-key gathering for my sister’s birthday. Although I had planned to bring The Stuff (see recipe below, if you wish), I wound up being asked to bring a main dish suitable for vegetarians. So while I made my roasted root vegetables, my friend ____ got the recipe for The Stuff off of my blog. When he arrived with the hot Stuff, he was hailed a great chef. I felt like I had put something good out into the world as I watched people shovel it onto their plates.
Saturday night’s costume party was pretty much exactly what I’d been begging the funtime gods to send my way for ages now. Any evening where some guy (apparently straight) dons a little girl’s pink unicorn costume over nothing but his boxers and gets out on the dance floor is automatically a good time in my book. The Bavarian bar maid (my dear hilarious sister) broke her one of her steins while dancing away, and my witchy costume (complete with stripey tights—got checked out so blatantly in the liquor store by some cutie that I very nearly invited him to come along) was a hit.
And… best of all, I didn’t overdo it on the boozy treats either night (in part because I had to drive), and so the little family shindig to celebrate my sister’s birthday today went off just fine. So, parties, two; hangovers, zero. An equation that equals one happy Sassy Sundry.