Friday night, I normally spend my night eating dinner with friends or having a few drinks. It's nothing amazing, just complaining about work and how I am ridiculously excited to apply to graduate school. Because, apparently, with a masters degree in international education policy, I'll be able to land my dream job of....trophy husband, where I can complain about everything over drinks throughout the week and won't need to wait until Friday night.
This Friday, I spent my night baking. Not a little baking. A metric fuck ton of baking. The amount of baking where people question if you are selling weed brownies from your apartment to supplement your trivial middle class income. (I'm not, don't worry Dad.)
On Friday night, I made 5 dozen of my own chocolate chip cookie recipe and 2 dozen gingerbread men.
On Saturday morning, I made 48 cupcakes into multiple designs. Most notably, peguins frolicking on icebergs.
In case you were wondering, those penguin cupcakes are four desserts in one: cupcake, mini-doughnut, thin-mint cookie, chocolate covered cherry (brains for the birds!). Everyone was afraid to eat them, until I drunkenly forced them.
On Saturday evening, I made forralt bor. Throwing it back to my Hungarian Fulbright days, where I was glamorous, had fancy visas, and frolicked my way through life teaching gender studies, I wanted people to get crunk. Because I'm not real Hungarian, I made up my own recipe that combined wine, cinnamon, powdered sugar, orange zest, and amaretto (cue Krakow disco story). And it was pretty amazing.
Though the party was slated to start at 8, folks started to come in at 8:30 and we had a pretty steady crew come in. In total, around 30 people came for the ugly christmas party sweater...and it was a lot of fun. I do wish that I made more mulled wine...and less cupcakes. But, dubs e.
For some reason, I decided to start to take pictures at 1 in the morning. So, this is what the party looked like from 1 AM to 2:00 AM.
It was a lot of fun. And cleaning up wasn't horrible this morning. Grown-ups finish their drink, so I didn't have to pour out every beer like I did in my SigEp days. And, there was only one drink spilled with a few really small stains. The rooms and I were pretty preventative and made sure to cover up the couch and move things that might get broken.
This Friday, I spent my night baking. Not a little baking. A metric fuck ton of baking. The amount of baking where people question if you are selling weed brownies from your apartment to supplement your trivial middle class income. (I'm not, don't worry Dad.)
On Friday night, I made 5 dozen of my own chocolate chip cookie recipe and 2 dozen gingerbread men.
On Saturday morning, I made 48 cupcakes into multiple designs. Most notably, peguins frolicking on icebergs.
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| Penguin and iceberg cupcakes? Fuck. Yeah. |
On Saturday evening, I made forralt bor. Throwing it back to my Hungarian Fulbright days, where I was glamorous, had fancy visas, and frolicked my way through life teaching gender studies, I wanted people to get crunk. Because I'm not real Hungarian, I made up my own recipe that combined wine, cinnamon, powdered sugar, orange zest, and amaretto (cue Krakow disco story). And it was pretty amazing.
Though the party was slated to start at 8, folks started to come in at 8:30 and we had a pretty steady crew come in. In total, around 30 people came for the ugly christmas party sweater...and it was a lot of fun. I do wish that I made more mulled wine...and less cupcakes. But, dubs e.
For some reason, I decided to start to take pictures at 1 in the morning. So, this is what the party looked like from 1 AM to 2:00 AM.
It involved:
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| Ugly stocking sweaters....with hidden treasures! |
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| An amazing photo wall. And gingerbread men. |
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| Maggie is a photo wall whore. |
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| Me dancing. And Krista dead. |
It was a lot of fun. And cleaning up wasn't horrible this morning. Grown-ups finish their drink, so I didn't have to pour out every beer like I did in my SigEp days. And, there was only one drink spilled with a few really small stains. The rooms and I were pretty preventative and made sure to cover up the couch and move things that might get broken.
All in all, the party was successful. I had a lot of fun. I danced. People came. Everyone talked about my cupcakes, and I think that if anyone was going to throw a party, they would compare it to this party. And lose. And that's really all I want for Christmas.
Other than a wine rack. I really want a wine rack.
Other than a wine rack. I really want a wine rack.
omg the 'dead' girl is probably the funniest thing i've seen in days.
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also, i can totes hook you up with a wine rack
Ugly Christmas Sweater Parties have to be one of my favorite things about the holidays, your sweater vest is amazing ugly and festive!
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