Classy & Trashy Birthday Party

For the party-hostess who can’t decide on a theme and wants her guests to be comfortable in getting down however it is most comfortable for him or her, might I suggest the Classy & Trashy Party.  In this case, it was a birthday party. For moi.  Last year. And man, did we have fun!

Drinks, The Cornerstone Of A Good Party

“I drink to make other people more interesting.” ~  Ernest Hemingway.

Perhaps we could take it a step further and add that drinking also can make oneself more interesting or reduce inhibitions to the point of making a limbo contest seem like a good idea.  Oh yeah, that happened.

While I’m certainly not advocating drinking to excess, this was a special occasion and I wanted the libations to flow jiggle freely. And what says “trashy” like jello shots? Dress them up with chalkboard signs and fun names.  The signs were purchased on but can likely also be found at a craft store.



IMG_3257For those classy drinkers, also consider creating white and red sangrias with fresh fruit like kiwis, peaches, apples, oranges, lemons and limes. These glass jars were found at Wal-Mart which continues our trend of trashy-meets-classy.



Booze. Let’s call it what it is.

IMG_3270Hey, it’s the birthday cake. Birthday cake shots.

IMG_3258For those who don’t want to drink alcohol, don’t chide them. Instead, keep your guests hydrated with some infused water. Infused with limes, lemons, oranges. Or try cucumber and lemon.  As an aside, I’m very pleased with my guests who all had a designated driver to ensure they got home safe.

Food, Delicious aperitifs and grub

IMG_3261Sweet treats for a sweet group of folks.  Classy and trashy really came to play here with an elaborate trifle bowl with pound cake, cream and strawberries (a classy dessert) and individually wrapped cakes and goodies you could find at a gas station.  Sweet is in tastebud of the eater.


Savory dishes are usually things like a cheese plate with grapes, or little caprese bites , grilled zucchini with mint chutney roll ups, or it could also mean Easy Cheese. There’s  no judgement at a Classy & Trashy Party.


Decorations – The Difference Between A Get Together & A Party


Having little decorative details can set the mood of your party from a casual get together.  I was lucky to find my chalice (mason jar on a stick) and the adorable blue pig at Goodwill. They were both spray painted teal blue to match the color scheme.  Inside the other mason jars were plastic utensils (that looked like pretty decent silverware!), and straws with paper mustaches. The chevron fabric was a steal from at $7/yard. IMG_3265


Something about fresh popcorn makes you happy. Makes me happy. This is just a regular fixture in my household and I wanted guests to enjoy some hot buttery goodness. The talking fish was also a Goodwill find and I wish it would find it’s way out of my house. Unfortunately, hubbs and I have found a new game of hiding this sensor-tripped fish behind doors, inside closets … etc. so as to startle the other person.

Photo booth! Oh man, each party should have one of these and they are not hard to make. Get your fabric and using twine, as we have, suspend it from the wall.  Then you can either make props, as I did with construction paper or purchase some at a dollar store.




Don’t forget to encourage your guests to dress to their level of comfort or interest.

The Aftermath or Clean Up


It’s the day after and my head is throbbing.  Unfortunately the last thing you want to do is clean up the mess from such an epic party.  After drinking some water try to look at the aftermath as a sign of how good of a time everyone had, how much they enjoyed the sweets and savory treats and the drinks.

IMG_3289This is also a great time to procrastinate the clean up as the dishes aren’t going anywhere and dress the pups in all the props and take some great photos in the photo booth.

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Call It What You Will

Liar. Wishy-washy. Uncommitted. Procrastinator. Anti-social.

These are names I’ve either given to myself or I would’t put it past that others have given to me. Nor can I say that I blame them.

I could offer up excuses about my new job (but it’s become less new yet the love of the work and constant deadlines has made me somewhat of a workaholic) or how my husband and I have opposing schedules and, as luck would have it, the days that coincided were also the days that people wanted to get together with me or, even, how I’m trying to scrape time and work on finishing a novel. But, I don’t want to offer up excuses.

You don’t want to hear them. I don’t want to give them.

So, instead, an apology. A sincere apology.

For those of you who have reached out to me and have asked to get together in 2011, that meant a lot. Thanks. I still value our friendship and while I’m whatever you want to call it, you’ve earned a real special place in my heart.

New Year = New Me?

Contrary to what this blog was leading up to, you would think that my New Year’s Resolution would be to hang out more and get in touch with friends. Well, no.

There I go again, hurting people’s feelings and making others feel less important.

But this year I give to myself and my husband to cherish time together, make time for ourselves and to be loving enough to ourselves to try new things and not be upset if the venture doesn’t stick. Ok, that last one was for me.

Read Between The Lines

What I’m not saying is this (I cringe as write this but it’s the truth): I’m not a rugger anymore.

Everything I said in my Ignite Phoenix speech was true. Damn, I loved being the feminine chick that would love the opportunity to tackle your ass on the rugby pitch.

But reality hit me this past Fall season: I wasn’t as good as the other players (by a lot!) so I slowed down plays, the plays were complex (no wonder they are a Division 1 team — when I played rugby (in college) I used to write an “L” on my left hand and an “R” for my right hand, for crying out loud! — it dawned on me that I could get hurt and maybe in college I didn’t care but now when I bump in to my car door results in a beautiful bruise, I care.

So, in 2011, I learned that I love rugby and I was a rugger. Yes, past tense. It’s ok. Chapter closed.

Bring on, 2012!

Not sure what this year will bring (an apocalypse, maybe?), but I’m wishing for you what I’m wishing for myself: success in your endeavors, the freedom to try new things, good health and to never doubt that you’re loved.