The party last night was just FULL of normal people. Nothing weird enough to make a really spectacular post. Yet, at the same time, it was an EXCEPTIONAL party. The house is laid out well for entertaining, the weather was good, the deck is laid out for entertaining, the yards are laid out for entertaining. The logistics of the whole thing were brilliant! (Sorry, the party-planner in me was distracted for a moment)

The people were also lovely. Except maybe for one crazed liberal, who still managed to be pleasent even in his wild-eyed state. I only felt a tiny bit bad for one guest who seemed to be coming down with a cold, probably more susceptible than most because he's overworked to the point of exhaustion. But even he was charming. In spite of the fact that he did not instinctively know that Cassie's costume was a rose-bush (Green pants, green shirt, rose-covered tu-tu around her neck, big rose clipped in her hair) Hmmm. Charming might be a strong word, since he blurted out "Well! I would never have guessed THAT one". Regardless. You can hardly hold that against him, as he does NOT spend excessive amounts of time with small children. Although, some of the people that work for him might make him FEEL likes he's babysitting small children.

And then there was the grand battle between me and Mr. Curmudgeon, who was determined to be grim in spite of any pleasentries. Nothing like a challenge to just make my day special! It was mostly tit-for-tat until he commented that one guest was "studying to be a witch" to which I responded "Isn't it nice she's working on her study-skills!?!" I'm pretty sure thats when he gave up, yielding to my superior sunniness in the face of his low-quality grimmness. He wasn't very grim, after all. I suspect that he's probably a rather genial fellow who was not enjoying being surrounded by sugar-crazed chidlren.

And, yes, there were definitely sugar-crazed children. Sugar everywhere. I wondered where the children were, only to be assured by my husband that all was well. Or, at least, well-behaved. The few kids at the party (it was a kid-friendly adult party) had banded together and taken over a table at the distant end of the deck where they were out of everyone's way. (I'm sure THEIR thought was that they were out of everyone's interference) They either raced around the yards, or retreated to their table after forays to the food locations. They ate well repeatedly, which might have led to the only glitch in that the caterer ran out of plates toward the end of the evening. We can all only hope that any party we might throw would go so well.

Today I'm just going to bask in the afterglow of an evening where everything went well, with no effort on my part at all. It was like a mini-vacation! A mini-vacation at a really good spa ...

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