How to Throw a Shindig in a Mini Manse

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.

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Pawsitively helpful.

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?

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.

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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

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

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!

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 cheeseball...

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

Always fabulous Eat Shit and Die

Click here for the recipe that will make others green with envy.

Shit Dip

Shit dip

Click here for the easy recipe (and for the reminder to keep toilet paper handy).

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.

Vintage 50s tower with fresh strawberry cupcakes and cream cheese frosting

Treat Tower

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 - Cook's signed by all party girl's for the engagement queen

Fanciest champagne bottle of them all – a Cook’s brand magnum.

And then, the shots began…

The first shot of the evening - a very tasty pomegranate mix.

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.

Party on!

CBXB

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Red Carpet Shenanigans

My first (and probably only ever) red carpet was a bust.

There’s a ‘society’ magazine here in Nashville and in conjunction with Fashion Night Out (for those non-fashion folks, it’s New York Fashion Week and smaller cities everywhere participate with mini events) they were hosting a party in front of our year old Nordstrom.  This free (reason for being able to attend) event grandly advertised having your picture taken from the red carpet, sweet treats and the unveiling of their annual social calendar (which really means nothing to me because I can’t afford a ticket to go and rub elbows at events…and pretty sure I’m not missing out on much).

My First Mate, B and I headed out to saunter down the red carpet after work.  We weren’t sure what to expect and our text messages to each other beforehand had us giggling:

B:        “You want to meet somewhere before walking the red carpet? LOL…that sounds funny!!”

Me:     “I’m laughing my ass off right now at your text. Yes, let’s get together before we make our red carpet appearance.”

So we met up, rounded the corner and saw a handful of people accompanied by a bored photographer.

We came. We saw. We were underwhelmed.

It took all of three seconds to walk, pose, smile for the camera and be somebody on the red carpet.  We were all dressed up with nowhere to go.

Well, it turns out we had plenty of places to go.  Because we can sniff out booze like hound dogs (which is how we became friends in the first place, I think), we sensed complimentary champagne and wine somewhere within the mall and set out to lap it up like two sly cats.

Our first stop was Tory Burch (a favorite!), where we lost our marbles because not only did they have champagne – they had logo’d cookies and bottled water (can you tell we don’t red carpet event much?).

Our cute loot! Bottled water, cookie and napkin (yes, I kept the napkin but only for photo purposes…I swear).

Champagne lovin’ ladies at Tory Burch. My First Mate is in an Anne Taylor Loft dress, carrying her fabulous Louis Vuitton she purchased in Paris. As the Captain, I’m decked out in a Forever 21 sequined sweater, a Forever 21 necklace, Target earrings and my Alexander McQueen look-a-like clutch.

After our successful cocktail stop and manhandling of merchandise in Tory Burch, we headed to Michael Kors where they served us a large glass of white wine while we perused the goods. The staff was helpful, fun and let me dress my arm up with a watch I now am going to see in my dreams nightly:

Lust at first sight. Michael Kors watch, $325 (therefore I had to say a tearful goodbye).

We shopped a few other stores and then promptly stopped at Anthropologie when we spotted sweet treats and champagne from the window (we have no shame but at least we admit it).

How cute is this table?!

By this time our kitten heeled feet were starting to bark, so we decided to go and have a real glass of wine in celebration of our first (and most likely last) red carpet walk.

Toasts of the Town (in our minds anyway).

While we may not make the cover (let alone appear in the pages of) our local society magazine, we savored our red carpet moments of fame last night. I do realize this may sound delusional but I think that’s just the free champagne talking, don’t you agree?

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