If you’re my friend, I’ll stick with you for as long as you’ll have me. I’m like a lobster and lobsters mate for life. Not that I mate with my friends. Well, except for one friend, who also happens to be my husband and my best friend. And if you're mad at me and you won’t accept my phone calls, I’ll drive to your house and force you to talk to me until we’re like peas and carrots again. And when an old friend claims I’m not as much fun as I used to be because I’m not available whenever it suits her, then fine.
Going to a cottage this long weekend to sip cocktails by a shimmering lake? That's fantastic! While you're doing that, I will be cleaning out my garage as my kids splash around in our classy micro pool/toy bucket. Sigh.
Here's something to make this stellar weekend even better. It's a slacker secret, so don't spread this around...
Parties hosted by moi are usually come-as-you-are, no muss, little fuss, casual affairs. But every once in a while I like to class up the joint and host a swanky cocktail party. I trade in my jeans for a dress, actually style my hair and apply that coloured stuff to my lips. You know, not Chapstick...actual lipstick. Really, I go all out.
People sometimes shy away from hosting a cocktail party. The task can seem complicated and stuffy, not to mention expensive. But it doesn’t have to be that way...