Funtime Gods Smile Upon Me

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.

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12 responses to “Funtime Gods Smile Upon Me

  1. That sounds like a lot of fun. I can’t remember the last time I went to a party–well, I’ve hosted a few dinner parties and I went to two weddings with husband’s leg in a cast, but not an all out party. I feel old and dull, all of a sudden.

  2. Oh, you wicked tease!
    How could you do this to me?
    And you posted a photo, too!
    You’re just taking advantage of the fact that there’s a rather inconveniently large ocean between us.
    Oh, woe is me (sob) …

  3. Hee hee. Oh hee hee. Sorry about that, Dive. I couldn’t resist.

    Robyn, you are not old and dull by any stretch of the imagination. If you are missing parties, perhaps you should throw one?

  4. An old pervert writes:
    No chance of emailing me a hi-res version of that for the studio wall, is there?
    Thought not …

  5. Hee hee.

  6. I love that photo. I imagine you grinning as you take it. I dare you to wear those out in public, at least once. Just for shits n giggles.

  7. i diggeth as well! the last 2 photos have been splendid!

  8. Glad to oblige. I do wear the tights (and the shoes) from time to time when the mood strikes. I had a great time explaining that, with the exception of the pointy hat, everything I was wearing was in at least semi-regular circulation in my wardrobe.

  9. When I first read this post, I didn’t see the striped tights? How could I have missed that? Poor Dive.

    A party might be in order. I just wish I could host Thanksgiving this year. Instead we’ll have to go to Illinois. Oh well.

  10. Ah, lachrimosa …
    Womankind is fickle and capricious. Yet another livid weal to add to my collection of emotional scars. Sigh …

  11. Robyn, I originally posted this sans photo, but changed my mind about five minutes into it and added it. You must have been quick!

    Dive, I’m not skinny as death (or skinny period), so I wasn’t your fantasy witch. It’s OK.

  12. Don’t ya just love it when you can have a good time and wake up in the morning feeling good???? I guess the fungod really waslooking out for you.
    I’m so glad you had a good time.

    I like the socks and shoes!!

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