Girls just want to have fun is a severely underused statement, as was proven by the party I hosted for gal pals this past weekend.
Instead of a red carpet roll out, I had a piece of khaki carpet all dazzled up for everyone’s arrival.
Truth: my neighbors upstairs just moved in and left this on the sidewalk. Everyone loves a soaking wet, nasty piece of used carpet sloshing under their heels. Am I right, ladies?
An ode to our beloved show “Sex and the City,” we gussied up as our fave characters from the show.
What party would be complete without favors?
When you live in a mini manse with no storage, you don’t keep things like an ice cooler on hand. So you substitute a sink in its place.
My group of girls are serious about their party food. God forbid we go three minutes without the ability of shoving something in our not-so-quite mouths.
Instead of gathering around and watching an episode of our favorite TV show of yesteryear, I decided to force gather the gals around and get their feedback on my sizzle reel.
While I was showing off skull rings, I incorporated a ring pop into the mix.
When my pal, Bird Lady (we felt each other’s pain a few years ago working for the same über rich, wannabe country singer) said she’d never heard of a ring pop, I nearly forced my naughty finger clad with a sucker down her throat.
Of course no party is complete without a photobombing attack from yours truly.

Not the first nor last time First Mate’s photo will be ruined by my photobombing expertise.
As the evening crept into the wee hours of the morning, we started making silly decisions. Like my Georgia friend Podunk, who swore to her husband that she’d stick to beer.
Fully loaded with liquor we turned into a think tank around 2am, brainstorming ideas and writing them on our makeshift white board…paper towels hung from my busted up blinds.
When the clock struck 3:30 am, we didn’t turn into pumpkins. Nope, not us. We turned into supermodels.
When heads finally hit pillows at 4:30am (after a rousing 3am rendition on my piano of chopsticks – you’re welcome neighbors) six minutes seemed to pass before the sun came up. Upon opening the freezer door to retrieve ice for much needed water later that morning, I was greeted with a leftover cocktail next to my Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Fire (have you tried this yet? It’s better than Fireball, FYI).
How does one recover from an all night estrogen party? Lay by your private pool. (Which is typically full of screaming kids and chatty parents – somehow the universe just knew I needed quiet time).
New Cat recovered from the festivities by laying on top of every single piece of literature I tried to read the rest of the weekend.
While Prince Charming could do nothing but scowl about loud ladies keeping him up past his precious bedtime.
If looks could kill…
Here’s hoping you have a fabulous week.
Cheers!
CBXB
Haha, I have BEEN your friend from Georgia “Podunk” before! 😀
I love it! She’s the craziest, most fun girl ever. And her nickname Podunk is beyond fitting for her. Happy to meet another Podunk!
I adore to watch Carry and her gang and under effect of super shots with a ring pop on your finger it have to be more fun 🙂 ! Your evening was great chilling with your model-friends and I wish I could be there, once I’ll pop in………..hahaha ! 🙂
I hope that you’ll pop in to a party of mine one day! It would be the best time! Jell-O shots, ring pops and Sex and the City watching!
Hahaha 🙂 🙂 !
What does it say about me? I actually got hungry (and thirsty) viewing your leftovers. Yikes.
Good for you to end up with a quiet pool. All the screaming kids and annoying parents *with radios* were at ours. Always love hearing a radio commercial for Myrtle Beach Ford blaring nearby.
Uh oh, I’ve seen that look before. Ted is not happy and is likely plotting revenge.
You know what your mouth watering over leftovers means? You’re my kind of people! Of course I already knew that but still. Just solidifies it! Oh I just love the personal radios at pools – especially one on each side of my chair so I can “relax” with a mix of country and hip hop music. So yes, I completely lucked out! And Ted managed to barf in three different spots last night and my right foot found all of them this morning. He’s so sweet.
Honestly if I have to hear Sweet effing Home Alabama at the pool one more time its not going to be good for anybody.
And hip hop will cause blood to shoot out of my eyes and ears.
I wish you and Alyce could sit at my pool with me because I’d REALLY love to be front and center when the Free Bird brawl goes down!
Oh don’t get me started on that one!
I’m speechless!! 🙄
Hopefully I can experience your speechlessness in person one day!