My first friend in my group of close girlies I grew up with is engaged. I’m thrilled for her as I love her fiancee and think they’re a really nice couple (though she does often forbid him to watch Sox games during dinner, and that’s just wrong according to me). But I do love them together. So although I am against getting married so young, I have to say I approve of them and their relationship.
Sooo tomorrow night a couple of us are throwing her and her fiancee an engagement party. This is out first real adult party, meaning no beirut playing, jello shots, etc. and we’re basically like wtf…how do we throw a party without drinking games? (IS this even possible? Because I’m not quite sure…I’ll let you know tomorrow). We’re trying to be all mature and grown-up like because gasp, parents will be there. And many of the people attending the party, we have never met before. In addition, most of the people attending the party are couples. Which leads my friends and I to believe we will be acting as hosts/servers/maids to a party full of couples. Can you say depressing? I’m already urging my fellow hostesses to come out and get drunk with me after. What? In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with going out and getting drunk after throwing your friend a very nice party to celebrate her happy engagement to her lovely boyfriend, especially when you are sickeningly single. So we will either be doing that, or sitting on the couch stuffing our faces with all the leftover party food crying about our pathetic lives. Once again, I’ll let you know after the party.
The party is not at my apartment, but I will be cooking up a storm tomorrow to prepare for it. I am making a three-cheese fritatta (courtesy of Martha Stewart’s chef, Pierre); a goat cheese and caramelized onion dip (courtesy of my mom); turkey, brie, and cranberry chutney quesadillas (courtesy of Martha); and a taco dip (courtesy of me…and my mom). When I was in middle school/high school, whenever I’d go to a friend’s get-together or whatever, my mom would make me a taco dip to bring. My friends LOVED it. She eventually taught me to make it and it is pretty much the easiest thing in the world (note: my parents are gourmet chefs so I am shocked my mom can/will do something this easy). So easy in fact, I am really bored of making it and I could do it with my eyes closed (except for the time I bought the peach salsa instead of regular and poured it all over the dip…gross). But it’s apparently soo good that Chelsee is asking to have it for her wedding cake when she gets married (my mom and I are going to make like a 10-layer one with a bride and groom on top). I asked if I should make it for the engagement party and then quickly said, “nah, not classy enough.” Until I heard that the bride-to-be specially requested it. So taco dip I will be making.
Maybe I’ll post some pics of my completed food creations tomorrow. If they look good. I still kinda wish the party was going to be like the last one Nina and I threw…Check out our fridge pics. Now our fridge is just filled with gourmet-ish food and no trashy alcohol. Sigh.
P.S. Nablopomo is ovahh, suckas. I think I only missed one day. And in my defense, I wasn’t home at all that entire day (I was off doing more fun-like things that I didn’t divulge). I think I try to post every day anyhow, sooo you probably won’t see much change from me. I’m happy I met sooo many blogger friends during November, and I hope you all keep posting because I love reading you