As uncomfortable as I was feeling this morning, I imagine my woes were nothing compared to those of my in-laws who awoke to see the path of destruction left by the party-goers. After all, it's not really a party until someone spills Shiraz on the tan carpet, no? (No, it wasn't me)
If I were them, I would have been tempted to torch the place, fight the arson charges, and start over from scratch. Or at the very least, see if Merry Maids has a haz-mat squad. I plan to offer help sometime this evening when The VP gets home from the office. And, coincidentally, when I have the greatest chance of being declined as the work will be all done.
There were amazing amounts of great food. We could probably ship the leftovers to Thailand, but I'm not sure olives stuffed with Gorgonzola and smoked whitefish are the type of comfort foods a tsunami victim would relish. I could be wrong. I'm sending money instead.
Thank you for all the kind wishes on my recovery. As I told Noodles, I knew I should have deleted that post, but this morning, it was too much of an effort. The sound of the keyboard clicking away was deafening. But now that the embarrassing dribble has been linked...I'll leave it for your continued amusement. And for my grandmother's horror.
To my neighbors: I'm pretty sure I agreed to help host a wine-tasting party in March. Either here or we will takeover NorthStar Farms across the river and make our local veternarians take out extra insurance on the antique rugs and Hepplewhite furniture. If they're smart, they'll put down plastic tarps in the barn and make us stay out there. For my contribution, I'll be bringing the wide array of non-alcoholic wines and champagnes available on the market. Tiffany, you are welcome to bring another bottle of Royal Bitch.
Happy New Year!
Posted by Cathy at January 1, 2005 04:24 PM