Long Live The Party

This past weekend my girlfriend flew in and was in town through Wednesday while she was dealing with getting the right stuff moved from storage to her apartment in NY. It was great to see her two weekends in a row, I'm getting spoiled, the past couple of weeks it hasn't felt like she is 1200 miles away at all.

We hosted a party (as mentioned in the last paragraph here) on Saturday, kind of a meshing of friend groups, both hers and mine. We had a pool tournament, video games on the wall, and cards going. The same friend who last year brought road kill rabbit to grill this year brought a keg. The downside was that it was only 1/3 full. Oh, and it was bottled back in June. And did I mention he found it baking in the hot sun at the bottom of a ditch, where it had been for at least 2 months? Yes, that was some scary brew. Luckily, I'm not much of a drinker so it was no real loss.

It was cool to meet some new people, and just to have people over for once. I hate hosting so I rarely have friends over. It isn't that I don't like having people over, it is just the whole planning, prep, and cleaning part of it all. If I could afford to hire someone to plan parties for me I'd be hosting every weekend.

I had a friend come up from Mankato just for the party, I was blown away by that. Although we keep in contact, we rarely see each other. I doubt he knew how much it meant to have him show up, and I'm too macho of a guy to ever tell him.

Every year it is tradition for me to give away cheesy door prizes, and this year was no exception. Candy cane lights, a PC controller from 1995, CD-ROM based board games, and a stuffed animal. With prizes that strong, how could you not show up?