There are two ways to look at this weekend. I’m either a genius, or the stupidest person on the planet.
Andy feels like it’s the latter, but I’d like to think it’s a tie.
April, in general, is a super bad month for us. We were all born in April, save for Jude, whose birthday is tomorrow, so that means cake and family dinners and presents, and honestly, by May 9th, we’re all poor and diabetic.
In fact, I tried top talk Jude into forgoing a birthday cake for a festive birthday cleanse, but he took the selfish route and demanded a Star Wars cake.
Adding to the chaos was my constant April travel obligations, leaving me feeling like a giant douche bag.
To compensate for that, I decided to cram a shit ton of life experiences into May, the only month this year I am probably, maybe not going anywhere.
When we first laid eyes on this house, I knew one day I’d throw lots of parties here, apparently forgetting the part where I hate to clean or dress for company. But, I really want to step up my game in the entertainment area, so when presented with the chance to host a private concert in our backyard, I was like sure! And then spent the following weeks pulling out old trees and luring a “woodchuck” out from under my deck. I say “woodchuck” because that’s what Andy says it technically is, even though it’s more fun to ask him if he can see my beaver in the hole.
Saturday night, we hosted an intimate concert pond side with a one, Mikey Wax. Click here to check him out. Yes, he’s that hot in real life.
I spent the day arranging seating, making gobs of mexican food, and decorating with lanterns, candles and fire pits.
We invited some of our closest friends, and spent the evening drinking (a lot), eating (a lot), and enjoying our own private acoustic show under the super moon. Thanks, Al Gore!
It was an amazing night, that I can almost entirely remember, no thanks to the margaritas I went a bit heavy handed with the tequila on. I do that when I’m stressed. It’s like my nervous tick, some people blink or twitch, I dump alcohol into things.
We stayed up drinking and chatting around the fire until 2am, when Andy finally pulled me to bed because, as you may remember from the beginning of this whole thing, here comes the stupid part. I scheduled Gigi’s 3rd birthday party for Sunday afternoon. And I did almost no preparation for this other than deciding it would be Mad Hatter tea party themed and I would probably serve food there.
Thankfully, many of the previous night’s decorations could be recycled, even the leftover margaritas. This just left a quick 8am run to the store to rummage up a cake, some tea-party level food, and a gift or two.
I don’t want to brag, but aside the dark shadows under my eyes and my aversion to sunlight, I think I pulled the whole thing off.
Little hand sized turkey sandwiches with cucumber and sliced apples.
Tea Party cookies and blueberry scones for nibbling.
Alice in Wonderland La La Loopsy dolls + Store bought Rainbow cake = I totally planned this, y’all.
Hair of the dog, anyone?