When I was a kid, the kind of partying I did mainly consisted of birthday parties and slumber parties, making lip sync music videos and staying up as late as possible. As I got older, boy/girl parties were the norm and we'd all roam the streets together looking for something to do. Then I went to college and discovered a new level of partying that mainly consisted of kegs, beer pong, flippy cup and of-course, the inevitable hangover. I think it is fair to say that once I moved to Oregon, my partying got a little bit more low key--instead of kegs, there was always a couple of bottles of wine and while we still occasionally had a house crammed with people, you'd more likely find us with a few close friends around the table. It seems though that the evolution of my party career has taken a new step. B and I hosted our first party at our new house and officially ushered ourselves into an age where we always have to have something non-alcoholic on hand and we can expect our friends to leave by 9:30pm. That's right folks, we threw a party for our friends and they brought their kids.
Last Friday was the First Annual Hoybook Ice Cream Social and Blongoball Tournament. B spent the better part of the week churning homemade ice cream: Rosemary Honey, Triple Dutch Chocolate, Toasted Coconut Lime and Bacon Habanero. I made a Blongoball bracket and we constructed a trophy. And when I looked around, the kids and babies almost outnumbered the adults.
It's sometimes funny how your life changes. How one year, you're hosting a party and making homemade sangria, and the next, you're pouring lemonade and cream soda. But it's also awesome how your life changes. Because these kids and babies are going to need someone to show them how to party and I might just be qualified.
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