Home Sweet Home Party

Yesterday I hosted a home party. Usually I am on the working end of these things, showing up with my crate of kitchen tools and slinging hash for strangers (well, maybe not hash, more like the chicken broccoli ring). This time it was my turn to host. I got to be the one to clean my house, obsess about RSVPs, and hope to hell that my efforts were worth it for my friend who sells Usborne Books.

Women love home parties. They combine the activities we love the most: Shopping, Socializing, Eating and Drinking! What's not to love about catching up with your BFFs on the latest gossip (there was much St. Mary's chat going 'round my party) sampling some tasty treats, slugging down a few mimosas and buying some books-kitchen tools-jewelry-make-up-candles-skin-care-scrapbooking supplies-home-decorating-beer-bread?

Wow, is there anything we can't buy in the privacy of our own homes? So far, none of my friends has stepped up to host a sex toys show, though there is ONE IN PARTICULAR (you KNOW who you are!) who would be the ideal candidate. The best part of hosting that type of show is sifting through the order sheets after everyone has left to see what your friends are getting (hmm, Sally ordered the Magnum-sized self-pleasure tool, I wonder what THAT means!??!)

As long as there are wine, women and things to buy, there will be home parties. And without them, I have no business in the kitchen!