Party was fun. 15 total guests. Most were better friends with each other than with me, which was a strange situation as a hostess. The blue groundhogs (this year blue curacao, coconut rum, pineapple juice, silver rum and lemonade) were very good, however, almost everybody drank beer; the beverage which we had not bought. Somebody brought some home-distilled brandy. The mister consumed more than his fair share of it. Nobody except me wore an island outfit. Nobody "got" that Jeff's "Marmot" shirt was related to groundhogs. I spent tons of time actually staging fresh fruit at different levels around the house. It was not noticed.
That sounds like a disappointed report when, in fact the party was much more fun than I had anticipated. All of the attendees had a good time and many have thanked me during the week for throwing such an event. Had it been a bomb, I would just write it off. However, a very fun but completely unextraordinary party serves as a good foil for the exceptional parties I am more accustomed to throwing. The vast difference between my typical parties and this perfectly adequate party made it clear how great we had it in Lawrence (and Denver). As a person of joy, I should be grateful for ever having been part of a circle of friends as fun and supportive as our "gang" in Lawrence, but at the moment, the comparison is accentuating my sense of loss.
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I too feel as if some Golden Age has finished as so many friends have left Lawrence. It is not the same without you all.
Are you going to have a Peony Party (or some other flower if you're lacking peonies) this year?
wow, i feel so out of it that you are blogging and i´m just now checking in. i´m so excited!
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