Well, 7-7-07, the LUCKIEST day of the century, has come and gone. We didn't pick the right lottery numbers. No four leaf clovers, pots of gold, or shooting stars were discovered. No secret family fortunes inherited. We didn't win big in Vegas... probably because we did not actually go to Vegas. Instead, we stayed home and made brunch for our friends. Nothing fancy... well, except for the mimosas, which are always so grown-up and fun to serve. Just a casual, low-key gathering of fun people we like.
The night before I went into hyper-freak-out-hostess mode over picking up the house, polishing silver, and accounting for the serving ware. I also panicked and bought additional ingredients just in case my spinach-mushroom frittata flopped and I needed to make an emergency breakfast casserole. There's a phase you don't hear too often.
I've wanted to have this particular group of people over for quite some time, but there never seemed to be a good weekend. Either the house is a disaster... or our son already has a play date... or there's an anime convention in town... blah, blah, blah. Finally, I was like, "What the hell! Let's just do it!" and I'm so glad I did.
Much to my delight, everything turned out better than expected and brunch kicked off with a toast to friendships. Once everyone was happily munching away, my hostess anxiety disappeared, making way for "hey, this IS really fun! We should do this more often". I suppose the mimosas could have helped with that too...
Once our guests departed, the entire afternoon stretched out lazily before us. With the house picked up and laundry put away the night before and the dishwasher humming away, I got to regress back to a time when weekends were for hanging out and not for chores and errands.
Hubby and I cozied up on the sofa to watch a movie while our son took a much needed nap. Apparently the thrill and excitement of waking up to find Mommy and Daddy's friends in his living room first thing in the morning was a bit much to take. He eventually warmed up to everyone and reveled in being the center of attention, of course. He was especially well-behaved for the party and to reward him for not rubbing apple sauce into his clothes (that day), we took him to the park after his nap.
Yesterday was also a very beautiful (non-rainy) day, the likes of which Dallas hasn't seen in what seems like a very long time. So, I suppose my 7-7-07 luck came in the fortune of good friends, a happy family, and bright, sunny day! I couldn't ask for anything more.
The night before I went into hyper-freak-out-hostess mode over picking up the house, polishing silver, and accounting for the serving ware. I also panicked and bought additional ingredients just in case my spinach-mushroom frittata flopped and I needed to make an emergency breakfast casserole. There's a phase you don't hear too often.
I've wanted to have this particular group of people over for quite some time, but there never seemed to be a good weekend. Either the house is a disaster... or our son already has a play date... or there's an anime convention in town... blah, blah, blah. Finally, I was like, "What the hell! Let's just do it!" and I'm so glad I did.
Much to my delight, everything turned out better than expected and brunch kicked off with a toast to friendships. Once everyone was happily munching away, my hostess anxiety disappeared, making way for "hey, this IS really fun! We should do this more often". I suppose the mimosas could have helped with that too...
Once our guests departed, the entire afternoon stretched out lazily before us. With the house picked up and laundry put away the night before and the dishwasher humming away, I got to regress back to a time when weekends were for hanging out and not for chores and errands.
Hubby and I cozied up on the sofa to watch a movie while our son took a much needed nap. Apparently the thrill and excitement of waking up to find Mommy and Daddy's friends in his living room first thing in the morning was a bit much to take. He eventually warmed up to everyone and reveled in being the center of attention, of course. He was especially well-behaved for the party and to reward him for not rubbing apple sauce into his clothes (that day), we took him to the park after his nap.
Yesterday was also a very beautiful (non-rainy) day, the likes of which Dallas hasn't seen in what seems like a very long time. So, I suppose my 7-7-07 luck came in the fortune of good friends, a happy family, and bright, sunny day! I couldn't ask for anything more.
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You made a spinach-mushroom frittata? I am so impressed! (And slightly intimidated.)
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