I’ve decided that making birthday resolutions makes more sense than making New Year’s resolutions, if you’re going to insist on making resolutions. My birthday resolution is to start writing again, and a couple of coworkers and I are starting a writing group, but there’s also this, which of all my many neglected blogs is the most recent.
Last night I threw my birthday party. I decided to make it Mardi Gras-themed, seeing as how I had hurricane cocktail mix that I bought on my trip to New Orleans last spring. Also, the official Mardi Gras colors are purple, green, and gold, and I really like purple and thought I could run with this.
Purple and green streamers, because if I’m gonna have a party, it’s gonna look like a PARTY: specifically, the kind of party a seven-year-old would have. Thus, balloons, too. And Christmas lights, because I had them. (PS: this was taken before the party. As soon as people started showing up, Ignatius hid behind my bed like a total asshole.)
The “bar area,” meaning the tiny IKEA end table I cleared off to squeeze on hurricane mix, assorted mixers, and assorted half-bottles of booze I happened to have lying around. But: I offered garnishes, which equals MEANING BUSINESS ABOUT BOOZE.
The spread: King cake is the traditional Mardi Gras dessert. I made it in cupcake form, because I didn’t want to buy a Bundt pan that I’d probably never use again. I used the fancy food coloring I’ve had for a year, although the purple it turned out sort of reminded me of Grimace from McDonald’s commercials, but I was too lazy to do anything else with it. Also, shrimp and bacon dip and Creole deviled eggs. I tried to really be Cajun about it but according to the Internet every Cajun food has shrimp in it, and seafood is expensive, y’all. As it is, I have tons of leftovers that I’ll be eating for a week.
Today I am hangover-free, but I’m still planning on spending Sunday on my couch with Glamour and the Christmas issue of Food + Wine.