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Post Party
11/12/06 12:24Well, it was all swell. It seemed to be a smaller group than last year, but spread over six hours it was likely the same number of bodies as always.
For once, I seem to have bought the right amount of beer--we only had one bottle left. Lots of cider left over (but then I like cider). Half a turkey a third of a ham, and great quantities of other food left over. And wine! I bought far more than we needed, and then people kept bringing bottles. I won't have to buy wine for a long time.
Spouse drove me nuts, fussing over the music play list for about the same number of hours I spent on food. And then the stereo speaker developed a crackle in it, which occasioned some gnashing of teeth. In the end he stopped worrying about the music and dug in to get the house straightened up while I finished chopping and ladling out. People started arriving--first a cloud of little girls from YG's class, who kept running in and out of the backyard, shrieking and giggling and spilling soda on the floor. After about half an hour the tide turned and the adults outnumbered the kids, and the shrieking died down a bit.
The real hero of the afternoon was Emily, who was not at all phased by the vast number of people in the house, but did have some impulse-control issues (as they say in Puppy Class) about the food. She left the ham and turkey and lox and chili alone, and didn't even go for the cheese, but the crackers...oh, there were incursions on the crackers. Jax Schumann came with her husband and her nifty 16 month old, Maxine, who was utterly smitten with the Em-Dog, and spent
The party wound down by 8pm. Spouse had to take YG's friends home, and by the time he got back, the girls and I had made inroads in disassembling the party infrastructure. I got a shard of glass in my foot, which occasioned some home-surgery, and after that a great wave of Tired washed over me and I fell over. Spouse got home and supervised the going-to-bed of the Young, and the walking of the dog. I (if memory serves) fell over.
Oh. And Jo Walton's Cousin Beryl's Fruit Cake Recipe was terrific. There was just enough left over to have some for breakfast this morning. Yum.
For once, I seem to have bought the right amount of beer--we only had one bottle left. Lots of cider left over (but then I like cider). Half a turkey a third of a ham, and great quantities of other food left over. And wine! I bought far more than we needed, and then people kept bringing bottles. I won't have to buy wine for a long time.
Spouse drove me nuts, fussing over the music play list for about the same number of hours I spent on food. And then the stereo speaker developed a crackle in it, which occasioned some gnashing of teeth. In the end he stopped worrying about the music and dug in to get the house straightened up while I finished chopping and ladling out. People started arriving--first a cloud of little girls from YG's class, who kept running in and out of the backyard, shrieking and giggling and spilling soda on the floor. After about half an hour the tide turned and the adults outnumbered the kids, and the shrieking died down a bit.
The real hero of the afternoon was Emily, who was not at all phased by the vast number of people in the house, but did have some impulse-control issues (as they say in Puppy Class) about the food. She left the ham and turkey and lox and chili alone, and didn't even go for the cheese, but the crackers...oh, there were incursions on the crackers. Jax Schumann came with her husband and her nifty 16 month old, Maxine, who was utterly smitten with the Em-Dog, and spent
The party wound down by 8pm. Spouse had to take YG's friends home, and by the time he got back, the girls and I had made inroads in disassembling the party infrastructure. I got a shard of glass in my foot, which occasioned some home-surgery, and after that a great wave of Tired washed over me and I fell over. Spouse got home and supervised the going-to-bed of the Young, and the walking of the dog. I (if memory serves) fell over.
Oh. And Jo Walton's Cousin Beryl's Fruit Cake Recipe was terrific. There was just enough left over to have some for breakfast this morning. Yum.