First off, the party was awesome. I had 40 people in my home, and I'm pretty sure that everybody had fun, and oh, glory, there was food (SO MUCH FOOD) and drinkies (SO MANY DRINKIES) and there is a lot left over.
I get it, why people throw parties.
I will never* have to buy alcohol again.
My friends all rock and brought me presents and they all seemed to have fun. It was nice to have them all there, to look around and think, "these people? They like me. That's a good time." But then, later on, I was glad when they all left and my mom helped me to load the dishwasher and put things into tupperwares and stuff.
It was a good party, and I'm pretty sure that I haven't thrown a party (other than a birthday party for the baby) in my own home, since New Year's Eve 1998. I thought it was 99, but then I remembered that we played "1999" on repeat and that I had to work Y2K in 1999, so it was definitely 1998. Oh, good times.
Anyway, I'm also glad it is over. I haven't fully recovered yet, and I also haven't vacuumed the floors, so it's time, now, to get back to normal.
In other news, I had a dream where the artist formerly known as my husband had told his sisters and mom that he was paying child support (he's not) and they found out he wasn't and got all sorts of mad at him, and in the meantime, I took my kids and two of his cousins for a turkey dinner for Thanksgiving, at the Holiday Inn, using the $57 I found in a pocket while doing laundry.
So that was weird.
In other, other news, I think the floor of La Hacienda is getting painted today, and I'm excited to see what it looks like. I also hope my kid hauled my lawn mower to the lawn mower fix it shop today. Good, exciting times, here.
And we sang a gig on Saturday and it went okay. So there's that.
Lord, I'm boring. Here's something fun.
http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigmiaow.pl
Because cats that look like Hitler are funny, indeed.
*by "never," I mean, "until the summertime, or three months. Whichever comes first.
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