I hosted a ladies night a few weekends ago. I invited over all of the women I know in the neighborhood for cocktails, and most of them showed up! It was a super fun evening. I think I’ve cracked the code on entertaining, by the way. I ask my guests to bring whatever they’d like to drink, and an appetizer. In return, I provide a clean home, a signature cocktail, and dessert. This last soiree I made a spiked cider, and also it’s non alcoholic twin. For dessert I made pumpkin whoopie pies, and a decadent Millionaire’s Shortbread. Allow me to set the scene…the party begins with an empty dining room table. As the guests arrive, the table begins to fill up with cheese and crackers, Stromboli, chips and dips, and vegetable crudites. At some point during the party I channel a 50’s housewife, and pass out desserts on beautiful platters to all of my guests. As a conscientious hostess, I limit my drinking during the first half of the party. However, once it gets into full swing I begin to partake in the festivities. And partake I did! I giggled with my friends. I took silly selfies. And I smoked half of a cigarette. There was one little blemish to the night, however. I remember being apart of a conversation and when it was my turn to speak only gibberish came out. I fully blame the spiked cider, and an herbal refreshment I haven’t told you about yet. Anyway, I made a quick but classy exit, and then ate some delicious Millionaire’s Shortbread in the corner of the room. I soon forgot about the whole incident.  Continue reading →