4 Parties, 3 Days, 2 People, 1 Crazy Weekend



Well I don’t know how we did it, but somehow Mister and I survived the weekend.


The partying began on Friday evening. We found ourselves at a gorgeous soiree in the Hollywood Hills. Yes – the hosts were gracious. Yes – there was plenty of food, drink and entertainment (an a capella group performed). Yes – the guests were fun. But the house. The house! As I understand it, the home once belonged to Howard Hughes. It has been redone, of course, and it is probably the most opulent abode I’ve ever had the privilege to visit. That party was a sophisticated start to the weekend and I had a swell time.




On Saturday, Mister and I attended our neighborhood block party. We happen to live in a friendly, social area of L.A. And our neighbors love a good get-together, as do we. So a good get-together was had. The party was only slated to last a couple of hours, but when the appointed end time arrived, the joint was packed and folks were still arriving. After the previous late night, I was running on fumes. So Mister walked me home and we went to bed at such an early hour, I’m embarrassed to even tell you. So I won’t. But I will say this – I must’ve needed all that sleep and I’m mighty grateful to have gotten it.


On Sunday, there was a cookie party that started in the afternoon. I had handled my baking duties the day before, so I was able to simply show up and hang out. The majority of the guests were comics, so my time there was spent laughing and having fun. And I could have kept the good times rolling, but Mister and I were due at one more party that night. So I said my good-byes at the cookie party, then headed to the home of friends for a full-on holiday shindig. And shindig we did. Food, drink, laughs, more food, more drinks, more laughs… That party was the perfect bow tied around the weekend. And Mister and I were sufficiently exhausted when we hugged our friends goodbye at the end of the night.



I’m not gonna lie. This weekend wore me out. And I had so much fun! But I can’t keep that pace up throughout the rest of the holidays. I’m too old for this kind of celebrating. Partying is hard work, y’all.

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