When you wake up on Saturday in your clothes and you're not sure of where you are...You know it was a good party. Such was the aftermath of the annual birthday celebration for my Queen. The party this year was a little bit more impromptu, as her royal drunkenness was sick with a stomach virus through most of the week, and we weren't sure if we would even be able to celebrate. Fortunately, the fear of going through the birthday weekend with-out a bacchanal was a little much, and her humours quickly came back into balance when the party was threatened and Thursday night we began planning. We called several of our friends and co-revelers and announced the get together, to which the reply was a mighty "Huzzah!" (which I think means "yay!" but I'm not too sure.) and the party was indeed penned in for the following night.
Immediately after I left the building of my employment on that Friday (Oct. 13, the day of the party for those of you not paying attention) I went to my apartment and grabbed Jeffrey the Jeff and we went shopping. Of course we needed Gin and Tequila, Limes and Corona, Lobster and Baguettes, butter and salt, but we also needed sixteen pounds of peanut butter M&M's, four bags of ice, sherry, Chocolate cake, plastic spoons, trick candles, and a cattle prod (hey...You never know.) We then raced back to the apartment to prepare. The first thing we did upon walking through the door was mix up "Captain Martin" for the Jeff and my self, as we were going to be cooking, we needed the Dutch courage, followed by us going back out to the car to get the necessities as in our rush we left them in the trunk. Now we were set. We started boiling the water and we waited. And we waited. And we waited. The birthday girl was getting pretty bored so she began making her specialty Margharita (for those of you faithful readers who don't yet know, these are mostly tequila and a splash of lime, over ice. Makes for an interesting evening, let me tell you.) Finally the water began to boil and I was able to send the sea-roaches to the big casino. At this point I felt that it would be best if I took over drink making from the queen, especially since the guests began arriving and most of them like a little more than lime flavored tequila in their Margharitas.
As soon as the first guest arrived, they all seemed to arrive, and before long we had a household of folk dancing and laughing and merrymaking. It is exactly what you could expect from a get together of the too much fun club. We celebrated from 7-ish till way way late and enjoyed every minute of it. The bisque was fantastic, the gin was crisp and good and the cake was cake. Once again, true believers, too much fun was had, we just wish you all had been there too.
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