Party Time

In all my time as an InStyle subscriber, I have never planned any of the magazines' party ideas. Never.

I said that to Mari last night and she was speechless. I'm kind of shocked myself. Party planner I am and InStyle reader that I am---with each new issue, I flip straight to the back to see what type of party they planned for us that month.

Never fear. Sunday will mark the day that I will plan an InStyle party. Yep yep. It's time for a Summer Kick Off Cocktail hour.
Because because.

I was debatting whether to make cupcakes for the event as well--my own little addition to the plans. I was leaning to no, but after the weekend I've had---Cupcakes, for everyone! I need one. And I've been saying that for the past month, so I know y'all are saying "Eat one, already!". I know, I know. Can we discuss how they are very accessible? At the grocery store, the bakeries, the cupcake shops, and holey moley--they are even at the gas station. Uhm hmm. I'm shocked I've gone this long without one. Or baking for that matter…

For those of you concerned over my half a lemon in the fridge: dunzo. Went home during lunch and whipped up a couple of eggs benedict. Yep. Breakfast as lunch. What can I tell you?
Yesterday morning, in my hangover cloud, I wanted some so badly and the restaurant we were at stopped serving breakfast (oh don't get me started on how Hot Fun Waiter didn't warn us of that when we ordered orange juice. Can it get more obvious than orange juice and we're wearing sunglasses at this table, indoors. HELLO! We're hung over and we just want some f*cking french toast! Thank goodness he was hot. Yes, Erica--all the boys in OK are hot. I'm sure there is an ugly one somewhere…)

So I ate the eggs benedict that I made from scratch and am bearing the stomach pain now. I don't think the milk and butter were hot enough to cook the egg yolk for the hollaindaise sauce----OMG, are you still with me? I think I lost a few of you in that sentence if not before.

Back to what this is about. I'm hosting a summer kickoff cocktail hour this Sunday. Drinks galore. Mini eats galore. And possibly cupcakes. Possibly. This time I'm leaving the party planning paranoia on my pantry shelf.