After eating my face off at the Coaches Conference on Saturday, I headed home for a quick power nap before getting my Mardi Gras on!
(My friend Bri and I…and a couple of unknown jokesters behind us doing cheesy bunny ears.)
My and Andrew’s friend Candis was turning the big 3-0, and her and her husband Shane hosted a big Mardi Gras themed party in celebration. I frickin’ love theme parties (hello ugly sweater party!), and Shane and Candis are known to go all out with their party decorations (they host the best Halloween parties), so I have been looking forward to this party for weeks now.
About 30 people showed up, including a bunch of our good friends, and I had an excellent, excellent time. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, I love house parties (along with theme parties). As we are getting older there are definitely fewer to look forward to, so I try to enjoy every moment of the ones I do go to.
Which may include breaking out into an impromptu dance party…
In kind of a rare occurrence I got a beautiful pic of all the boys.
Well it would be beautiful if my camera didn’t suck, but it’s not bad.
And in a not-so-rare occurrence, and even though I had just spent the entire day and the day before eating, I did some food table stalking…
I think the beer bottle adds a little somethin’.
I snagged some chips and Mexican dip, a samosa, and an unpictured pulled pork sandwich (AMAZING) along with a few meatballs.
And a birthday cupcake.
Which was quite delicious.
I started the night out fairly modestly on the Mardi Gras bead front, but I ended it pretty bead-tastically.
Umm, just a note… I did not acquire those beads in the traditional Mardi Gras fashion. Just want to clear that up.
Such a great time! I hope you had an awesome birthday, my dearest Candis!
In other news, I am in Blue Mountain until tomorrow for my organization’s Alpine Skiing Championship. I’ve just been paparazzing around, and I am just about to head to the banquet.
I am assuming more face-stuffing is to come, because here is a picture of what was on my plate last year.
Oh sweet baby cheeses. I just got a burst of excitement. Wish my pants and I luck!