I threw my first party in my Nashville mini-manse (I’ve always been worried about how many people I can comfortably fit into my apartment) over the weekend by hosting an engagement celebration.
I set a long, skinny card table up against my laundry wing, as everyone was bringing a treat to share (and I have about 15 inches of counter space and a small round kitchen table). Thank God Teddy was around to check the table’s stability out.
To make the most of my kitchen floor space, I filled my side sink with ice, chilling the champagne and wine to alleviate a cooler under a table (way more leg room!).
A little classy and trashy all at the same time.
I froze diamond ice cubes to spruce up the Kir Royale martinis (Chambord and champagne) I was serving as the evening’s signature cocktail.
Perfect for an engagement party. Also perfect for my daily use afterward.
I froze vodka soaked, sugar covered grapes to use as chillers for the Kir Royales and wine. Plus they seemed fancier than Jell-O shots (AND guests could pop one (or five) in their mouths when walking by the table).
Grapes Gone Wild
Not wanting anyone to feel ignored, I set an appropriate party bell out by empty glasses waiting to be filled.
Ring My Bell
We always have one (or truthfully in our case two – one for light drinking and one for midnight when we suddenly become ravenous) tray of Chick-fil-A bites. (I ‘store’ the second platter in my oven and thrill guests later in the evening – it’s one hell of a party trick making snacks appear out of ‘nowhere’ – and fun seeing tipsy faces glow with delight over chicken nuggets).
Forget diamonds! Chicken is a girl’s best friend.
Keeping it classy, I bought and threw cheese balls into an over-sized wine glass (which yes, I drink out of) that are always overly consumed (making me feel like my skin will be orange when I wake up the next morning).
The ever elegant cheese ball…
My blogfamous (and oh-so-popular) dip duo made appearances at the snack table, courtesy of their original recipe think tanks –
Eat Shit and Die Guac
Sweet treats were strawberry cupcakes with cream cheese icing atop my 1950s serving tray (and counter space saver) that I found in an Iowa antique store last year.
While still able to write nicely, we signed an empty bottle of champagne as a gift to the bride-to-be with a Sharpie paint pen.
Fanciest champagne bottle of them all – a Cook’s brand magnum.
And then, the shots began…
A very tasty vodka pomegranate mix.
Leading to the next chapter of the evening….
Where all hell broke loose.
Creating a perfect post for tomorrow’s White Trash Wednesday.