A good time was had by all.
Maybe too good of a time.
And before you start saying, “Wow, that June sure learned some photography skillz overnight,” all these photos were taken by my friend Laurie, who had a 200-foot-tall camera with her.
People were very good at following the theme. Here is Laura with Dry Sack sherry.
And Hammy with In Heat Beer. She added the word “not” to every bottle.
Melon balls, hot peanuts, mozzarella balls with cherry tomatoes.
Laurie made cake balls that were to die for. Here is mom. Holding the balls.
Here is also mom, scolding Jessica for no reason.
Jessica is going to this boot camp thing? She gets up at 4:50 a.m every day and works out with this trainer. Anyway, she has to write down everything she eats and they give her a graph of her fat and calorie intake. She said last time she came to my house the graph shot up dramatically and that last night was “another 3,000 calorie night.”
Winston didn’t care about his figure.
Neither did Francis. Believe it or not, he stayed in his angry chair all night, even though people were in that back room. Everyone emerged with their blood still inside their body, which was a win.
People enjoyed my decorations, although one friend said he was here for about half an hour before he noticed stuff hanging from our ceiling. Observant.
Jackie O called. Wants her dignity back.
I failed to tell you all that I got my hair cut. I did not tell you because I think I look like Justin Beiber. But people last night told me it was cute, including Carpool Queen, here, but we all know she lies like a rug on a regular basis. Carpool Queen made a BRIS-kit. Get it? It was delish.
So I’d say the party was a success.
Edsel was properly feted.
Now, who’s gonna come clean this shite up?