The party to end all shindigs….

So it should be an annual event.
We’ll call it the Spoken Spring release.
oh my GAWD.
When the people come out to party. They. Come. Out. To. Party.
I could tell you about the bad lullaby at the end. How I got cursed out ’cause her picture was on the cake. There was the random fifty people, forty of which I knew at least twenty of whom I hadn’t seen since I had children, and a few who I hadn’t seen since high school and did not expect to see (St. Louis is a small small city.) and the half a dozen or so strangers to me (one of which stole the colonge from my bathroom.. but hey there is always one right?) Or the kick butt mix put down by not one, not two, but three DJ’s who spun at my house HARD CORE til four thirty in the morning. They didn’t even stop then, they just turned the music down…
yeah.
We could talk about the food.. slow cooked peach chipotle bbq sauced pulled pork, turkey meatballs, chicken apple smokies or the dark chocolate fountain. or all the goodies to dip in it.. pineapple, marshmallow, wafers, strawberries – big ones, etc..
need a drink? not at that party you didn’t.
I’m still wrapping my brain around it.
That chick who kept comin on to my husbands friends.
the chick who got LOUDER as she got DRUNKER. There is always one, isn’t there?
And my very cool neighbors who did not call the cops on our over party throwin selves.
we got some nifty images though, I didn’t mention the red light did I?
I got spoken Kermit G4 adidas as her gift.
My friend was really happy and had a really good, good time. And it was worth all the energy it took to pull it off.
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I may comment more at a later time. Its been a full day later and I am still tired.