So much for going to sleep early! After an absolutely bashy 1st Annual Jackson Christmas Party, the house is still and quiet. It still reeks of mulled cider and firepit in here but the smell makes me happy because it serves as a constant reminder of the grand time we had last night. I think MULLED FIREPIT should be a new Yankee Candle scent -- it's making me that joyful.
So, it's 9 p.m. on a Saturday and everyone is sleeping. Caroline and Paulie are OUT. Vito is in a coma after being kept up past 3 a.m. by obstinate revelers. James is passed out - all banged up, an inevitable product of his own fueled-injected cider making. We were living in the seventh circle of hell today as babies and hangovers do not mix. I was in a horrible way until about an hour ago, but now I'm having a glass of wine and working on this frigging band collage. This one comes courtesy of Tom Haley. In the collage pictured above are images of different bands. How many bands is unclear but apparently Tom's up to 75. So far, I've got seven, but mine are the glaringly obvious ones that Vito could pick off in passing.
A detailed blog and photo upload on last eve's shindig will come as soon as I can find my camera!
5 comments:
Sounds like a great party. Sorry I missed it! I like the Yankee Candle idea.....
Beyond bullshit I missed it. Heard it was a great time. I think Dante's eigth level is missing out on free booze and food... oh yeah, friends too I guess.
great use of "bashy"
WMD-"Bashy" is in regular circulation in my vocab now thanks to you. I hope you're feeling better! We're sad the Mung deprived us of your presence.
SAC-Lou Rawls was fabulous but certainly not substitute for SAC. Great mixes..Thanks.
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