This weekend, we had our first official house party. Despite being completely exhausted, we had a good time hosting and hope our guests had fun. We plan on hosting others in the future, but will try to ease the cooking load on my part, as I completely overextended myself trying to make every single item we’d be eating. As a result, some foods got cold too fast and others ended up being decorated quite ugly. I hate serving ugly food! The house party, in many ways, felt a lot like our wedding: I was so stressed I couldn’t sleep the night before, the morning of we have a million things go wrong (our blinds broke, the fridge repair guy was 2 hours late, etc), we were so excited to see so many of our good friends but felt ourselves unable to spend enough time with anyone since we had to be hosts, and other similarities of that nature.
I was originally going to write a comic documenting all the things that went wrong, but there was simply too much to put in here. So this is one little excerpt. People ask why I couldn’t give Mr. P some of the kitchen duties, this is why…
