This is the second mess from Saturday morning. I was making a chocolate drizzle for cookies and wanted to cut the corner on a ziploc bag and use it to drizzle the chocolate over the cookies. So, I poured the steaming hot chocolate into the ziploc bag, melting the bag and getting chocolate all over the stove that I spent three hours cleaning on Thursday. A half hour before the party started.
An hour earlier I ruined a batch of gluehwein because I sat down to rest for a few minutes. The sugar water turned into sugar candy and I had to start over. Things like this never fail to happen when we try to have parties. I don’t know why I do this to myself. The Christmas party was my idea.
The party itself was a success. We did this:
A Christmas coloring tablecloth. It was a perfect diversion for when conversation lulled. The (second batch of) gluehwein was a hit and there was so much food. The party started at 1pm and the last guests walked out the door around 5:30pm.
As soon as we closed the door behind them, Erik and I collapsed on the couch. We are not party people. We go to parties of people we love and generally avoid parties of acquaintances. I can’t remember the last time we stayed out past 10pm and we’re not big drinkers. We find parties exhausting. Why on earth did we think it was a good idea to host our own?
Well, we like our friends. That has to be it.
P.S. CODAC still hasn’t called me back to say I can come in to see a doctor. I’ve called them three times since the initial call on Monday.