While retired, I’ve lightly dabbled in domesticity. One such venture being cooking/buying a gluten free feast for mah boo, the other hosting a birthday neighborhood happy hour for my pride and joy, Violet Matheny. Overall, I consider the party a success largely due to the fact that I met neighbors I have never spoken to in the four + years I have lived in this apartment. Other reasons included the stellar company, chic mini frozen tacos from Trader Joe’s (although my digestive track might disagree), and really tall boyfriends that will scale brick walls to provide electricity.
I asked my mom the other day why it was that being from the South I seem to have such a hard time getting something as simple as cocktails and teasers together. She laughed and said it was because I spend my whole day at the park instead of slaving over the stove. (side tip: do not add splenda to sangria to make up for the fact you didn’t prepare said sangria a day in advance).
My laissez-faire approach to entertaining is what makes me unique? (Goose might argue that it’s the fact I replaced a proper dining table with a chaise lounge). Regardless, I’m pretty lucky to have this time to try out new hobbies. Everyone quit working, it’s after 5PM!