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Corey and I had a few friends over to celebrate Christmas Saturday night. It was a twist on our usual invite-everyone-we-know-and-hope-and-pray-none-of-them-spill-red-wine-on-the-couches Christmas event. Instead we spent a few hours munching on appetizers before heading out to our favorite restaurant for dinner.
It's simple math: less people means less chances our furniture will get ruined.
But somewhere in that formula x = Corey's dropsies and amounts to a bottle of tonic exploding everywhere and our glass Pyrex measuring cup shattering.
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One of our guests is responsible for making egg nog every year. And I am responsible for drinking most of it. This usually leads to complaining very loudly about how hot it is right where I am standing.
Bourbon has this horrible effect of tasting oh-so-good when the burny characteristics are masked over by raw egg. You have a tendency to forget what you are drinking is going to make you tell secrets and laugh at inappropriate times.
Hypothetically, of course.
Another guest made cheese cookies, which is simply a combination of two of my most favorite things: cheese and cookies. Duh. There were chocolate crackle cookies (more of my favorite ingredients), veggies, dips and cheeses.
Food weighs heavily in how I rank events. And based on this year's weight gain I've had myself a grand time.
We made our dinner reservation for 9pm. As in one hour before I usually drift off to sleep without a belly full of eggy bourbon. I was able to stay awake and jolly through the jokes and stories and holiday merriment, but when the clock struck midnight my buggy turned back into a pumpkin and I nearly face planted into my chocolate lava cake.
My dear, sweet, I-can-function-just-fine-on-four-hours-of-sleep, husband stayed out with his friends while I crawled into bed at 12:45am. It was a miracle I managed to also crawl into pjs.
Overall, it was a lovely time, we have some pretty great family and friends.
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Annnnnd now it's time for Christmas frenzy. Only 14 days to go, people.
Santa's crazy shopper, over and out.
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2 comments:
14 Days?? Ahhh, where is time going?
Yum, egg nog. Now I might just have to make some.
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