You can tell it's a good party if...
- you've forgotten the house number, but have no problem finding the location because of the jazz band playing in the tent in the front yard
- the hostess, whom you have never met, has already offered you a plate of food before she has actually confirmed that you know her husband
- conversations regarding (a)the outstanding brew space in the hosts' basement, (b) a comparative discussion of fiber availability and knitting techniques in US vs. Australia, and (c) sharing of anecdotes of interactions with celebrities last for a good ten minutes before anyone involved thinks to exchange names
- a friend from the office openly encourages (no, outright orders) her husband to check out your ass
- said viewing of one's rear end encourages a postive appraisal, not only from friend's husband, but also the host and two other guests who were within earshot of the conversation
- you manage to try two of the homemade wine selections, three of the homemade beer varieties, and four dessert selections without ever having to leave the porch swing
- when the party winds down, and one of the people with whom you are leaving suggests possibly stopping off at a bar, the only reason to say "no" is the sudden realization that it's already past 1:00 a.m. and nothing is open


Love to have been there!
Posted by: Hazel | October 29, 2007 at 10:36 AM
Love to have been there!
Posted by: Hazel | October 29, 2007 at 10:36 AM
Love to have been there!
Posted by: Hazel | October 29, 2007 at 10:36 AM