Saturday,
September 29, 2001

Swingin' from the chandeliers. . .

Well, okay, maybe it wasn't quite that wild and crazy, and the actual group of attendees was a heck of a lot smaller than I predicted (in some cases this was understandable, as the missing folk had other events planned or were in Austin cheering on Mon Capitaine at her first big SCA fencing match. In other cases, I dunno what happened -- must remember to set the dogs on those folks. . .). But I have to say that our housewarming party was a smashing success, if only because nobody called the cops and the furniture is still in one piece.

I just feel a bit guilty that some folks brought housewarming gifts -- when I called it a housewarming party, it was really just an excuse to throw a party, not a call for stuff. I need to get thank-you notes and send them out toot sweet.

Highlights of the party:

• Jerry coming up the stairs and seeing Lyndon for the first time. "Oh, wow -- you're not a hologram after all!" he exclaims. Lyndon replies, "Please state the nature of your matrimonial emergency."
• Getting to see Erin for the first time in a couple of months -- hi, Evil but Cute Girl! Next time bring Einstein!
• Enough cookies to make a Keebler elf faint in ecstasy, and an entire bag of Reese's Peanut Butter cups. The cookies I can give away at work without batting an eyelash, but the Reese's -- that's gonna hurt.
• The three giggling eight-year-olds who enjoyed my Barbie stash, the dollhouse, the guitars, and the old juggling beanbag which accidentially exploded all down the stairs.
• Erin and Julia remonstrating with me for not donning the traditional North Dallas hostess wear -- high heels, pearls, Big Hair(tm) and a dress. Oh, and I was supposed to be in a tizzy because my hors d'ouerves weren't being served at the right temperature. Um, yeah.
• The explanation of the two televisions in the living room, and the wander through Lyndon's British comedy collection (I'm kicking myself that we didn't put on "Bottom" -- this crowd would've loved Richie and Eddie).

And of course I'm now kicking myself for not taking any pictures -- I put it down to the stress of my hostessing duties and the two tequila and cokes I downed at the beginning of the do. Mother would have been proud of me.