Spicy Princess | December 18th, 2008

Party Stories: The New York edition

This is where I invite you to be the fly on my Hostesses walls. Tuesdays are “Party Stories” day. I’ll regale you with the latest story, the incidents that touched me, confused me, even dumbfounded me. Be my Peeping Tabitha.

New York, New York!

Home. That’s how I think of New York City, even though I’m a committed Portlander. or is that Portlandian? Went for family, for fun and to introduce a dear friend to my hometown. And I never travel without a scheduled Pleasure Party or TEAM meeting because why waste money when I can deduct it?

The Party

This one was a little hard. And close to home, because I am related to the hostess. She is one of my absolutely favorite cousins (and I have a LOT). She has been having a hard time. Let’s leave it at that, except to say any average human being would have canceled the party. I would have still come. I would have still stayed the night and hugged her. But if it had been me, I would have said – “forget it!”

Her Friends

Oh, wonderful, loving friends. There both for their enjoyment and their needs (let’s not forget needs!), but mostly it was a love fest. A let’s-laugh-drink-wine-and-forget-for-just-a-moment love fest. Exactly what the Dr. ordered. A room full of party virgins, ready and willing to laugh, listen and ask. At one point, my cousin marveled that for the first time in weeks, she was simply sitting, relaxing, not doing anything. Except being loved. That’s what a pleasure party should really be about!

And then, we stayed up till 2am. Just me and her, talking, hugging, being together. Talking about the good stuff and the hard stuff, and the possibilities for the future. And I too felt loved. It was one of the highlights of the week. And one of the rawest. Sometimes they just go together.

The Grrr!

I’m a faller. I’ve been tripping and falling since I was a little tyke. The kind of falling where my Dad and I would be crossing Park Avenue and the next thing you know I’d be flat on the ground. No warning. No drinking, just klutziness. It comes and goes, but it ALWAYS comes back. And so, I fell. Not once. Not even twice. But three times in 2 days. KLUTZ!! So my ankles are purple, and look like old lady sausage ankles. Didn’t stop me from walking from South Ferry to St. Marks Place. But, I’m done. It hurts. No More Falling.

The Stats.

1 party. Lots of Chocolate Fondue. 3 from-scratch margaritas drunk. 0 Loudmouth Drunk Guests. 0 bookings. $885 sold. $442.50 made. Tax Deductable Week in NY -PRICELESS! Week’s rating: 10 out of 10.