The beer-tasting party was a success. I think. I hope. The neighbors were shutting their windows at 10:00 while we were all out on the deck, so that's a good sign. Right? I mean, not such a rockin' party that the cops were called, but still ...
At one point in the afternoon yesterday, I was realizing that not a single one of my oldest? closest? core group? of friends had RSVPed yes. Or even bothered to RSVP at all for that matter. I was fairly disappointed. Macho Man did show up, but we've only been friends for a couple of years.
But you know what? New friends fucking RULE. Sarah and Diana were a blast as always, as were their husbands. And I'm delighted that I can now say I know Emily and Stephanie. And their boyfriends. (Two of The Brutes rounded out the guest list.) You know how people say it's so hard to make friends once you're out of college? It's true. However, the magic of the interwebs can really change that.
I feel like I was a bit of a shitty hostess. I'm bad at mingling; be it at my own parties or at events hosted by others. Seemed like everyone got along splendidly, though.
Oh, and we had many really great beers last night.