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I am married to a puppy or maybe just an eight year old [Nov. 21st, 2012|01:33 pm]
So we got a new awesome house right before the wedding but in the flurry of our wedding and then our honeymoon and two other weddings we didn't have time to have a house warming party until October and which point we decided to have it double as a Halloween party. Kevin and I both love Halloween and have spent the last two years going to Madison, which does an absolutely insane city-wide bash where they shut down the downtown area near the capitol to all traffic and it becomes a constant parade of incredible costumes and really drunk people. It's a blast and we were sad to miss it but hey, opportunity to have a party.

We wound up picking up a lot of boxes for the move at Binny's, because they constantly have a pile of boxes that are about the right size and don't mind people just taking them away by the cartful. While we were there, Kevin spotted a set of three bottles of premium tequila in bottles shaped and decorated like Dia de los Muertos skulls, which he immediately wanted. Now we were throwing a Day of the Dead themed party.

The rest of the party planning process became an exercise in OCD and poor impulse control. Kevin in his boundless, puppy-like enthusiasm kept upping the ante. We filled carts with decorations. He bought dry ice to have it delivered to his office. We bought a truly unnecessary amount of candy and snacks and a piñata. We visited Party City so many times that I not only became the mayor on FourSquare but I got a badge I didn't know existed for checking in at the same place three times in one week. During one of our final visits where Kevin assured me we were just getting more balloons and cobwebs he spotted a little dangly skull and decided we needed that too. There was a mom nearby telling her son that he could not have the candy he wanted to buy and I pointed to them and said "Put it back" in the same mom voice, which caused him to go into a childlike "Can I get this please..." though when I said no he said "Too bad. I'm buying it."

As insane as the prep went the party was a blast. I was particularly proud of the bottles I labeled with different cocktail suggestions for each type of alcohol. It got people drinking cocktails, with the beer almost entirely ignored, and experimenting with lots of things. Though my own experiments did give me the worst hangover I've ever had by far. It turns out you can drink a lot more than you think you are when you just keep pouring shots into masking mixers.

It turned out to be more like a Halloween party than a house warming though we did get some cool shot glasses in a case that mirrors the slant of our balcony, a gorgeous cactus terrarium and some more booze in the form of absinthe and rumchata. Degen got us a plant but unlike the cactus it couldn't defend itself against Zen, who was steadily eating it until Kevin found a place out of her reach. Now he needs to take it down for me so that I can water it but it just might live.

[User Picture]From: rollick
2012-11-21 08:35 pm (UTC)
It was a tremendously fun party. What I remember of it, anyway. And now you have all the decor for next year's party.

I saw SO many people at the Redmoon benefit party the next night wearing variations on the sugar skull Day Of The Dead makeup that I'm determined to try it for myself next year. Or earlier, if I find an excuse. Something like this:

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[User Picture]From: rollick
2012-11-21 08:36 pm (UTC)
Also, Married To A Puppy sounds like a terrible reality-TV show.
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[User Picture]From: cassielsander
2012-11-22 04:54 am (UTC)
Great party!
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[User Picture]From: lassarina
2012-11-22 05:46 am (UTC)
The party was fantastic. You did a marvelous job decorating, and I have discovered new boozahols I did not know I loved before that party (see: rumchata.)

Alas for Zen attacking the plant.
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