‘Tis the season to get shitfaced…
This weekend was filled with parties galore and while I am never one to say no to an invitation, I was lucky enough to be hosting both. On Friday, our company party was once again held at the Fontanel Mansion (where Barbara Mandrell and her family used to reside). Being that she was my idol, I always feel the need to pinch myself when I get to primp in what was once her actual bathroom.
While fooling around at the gun range in the basement (yes, this mansion has a gun range that happens to house the four-wheeler Gretchen Wilson used in her “Redneck Woman” video), I had to photo bomb a perfectly precious picture, naturally.
Although I refrained from trying any of Barbara’s dresses on this year (I shoved my ass in one last year of course) I did try to swim on top of the pool that was covered in plastic.
While I was extremely busy being a hostess with the mostess, my twins in Iowa were taking in their first parade.
And Auntie CBXB was in recovery Saturday morning as Princess B ate all of the frosting that was supposed to go on her Christmas cookie.
Party prep was underway all Saturday at my mini manse as I was hosting a ladies ugly sweater party. My outfit was complete thanks to velcro and bows minutes before the start.
Mismatched tablecloths helped set the ugly tone.
Thankfully my pink tinsel tree is so gaudy it can be inserted with any party theme and fit right in.
The photo-op was set and ready to be manhandled by girls galore.
forced welcomed mama CBXB to stay and party the weekend away with me.
As the shindig started, grand entrances were made by every guest.
Usual suspects arrived one by one to my mini manse door.
The Queen of Jell-O shots was sure everyone had a chance to consume one (or 12) of the gelatinous goodness.
My favorite male made an appearance to
snoop be our designated photographer.
Pretty sure he also came so that I could serve him Easy Cheese straight from the can.
You know at a party full of women a few selfies were snapped.
And photos of selfies were also captured.
A party of mine isn’t complete without a contest and the winner of the ugliest outfit showed up in a cat vest accompanied by a Teddy Bear pin. So this outfit winning was a no brainer. Well that and she looked truly heinous thanks to her threads.
All in all one fabulously festive evening with some of the best gals on the planet.
I do have a feeling that my grape martinis ended up making some of my friends feel stupendous on Sunday morning…
But luckily for me, I recovered with the best breakfast a hungover gal could ask for…Easy Cheese.
Here’s hoping you have a party or two to attend this holiday season. If not, I’ll be giving you tips on how to throw your own ugly sweater soiree tomorrow.