St Patrick’s Day

 

st patricks day outfit

Over the two plus years that David and I have been together, we have discovered a joint love of throwing increasingly elaborate parties. There was the Halloween party last year, David’s birthday parties, one of which was an anything but clothes party (it was our last year in college, we figured why not live it up?) Liz’s going away party, and my surprise birthday party. We love seeing all of our friends, and parties are a great way to make new friends, too! (Someone always brings someone new.) It had been a while since we’d had a party, so we decided to throw one for St. Patrick’s Day.

st patricks day outfit

I had been a little stressed in the weeks leading up to St. Patrick’s Day, so I told myself that I wasn’t going to make myself crazy over this party. But at the last minute, we found some great decorations, and I decided to make homemade creme de menth ice cream (we were serving only green foods. And I threatened our guests with expulsion from the party if they didn’t wear green, which I am officially That Person, the one who is a little too committed to everyone having fun, dammit.)

st patricks day decor

It ended up being really fun. It was a good mix of people, my mom ‘sponsored’ the party, so the food was a hit, and we had some yummy drinks. Caspian got to wear several different outfits, there were impromptu bra fittings in the back room, (which is what happens when your friends work at lingerie shops) and some out of town friends were able to stop by.

 

st patricks day decor

I like that we are building these memories. Sometimes I feel like I make myself crazy in the days leading up to these gatherings, but it’s always, always worth it. I like hanging out with most of my friends at the same time, and I love how we are making a tradition of celebrating days and events that should be special.

st patricks day decor

What did you do for St. Patrick’s Day? Did you drink green beer? We tried, but Guinness is too dark for dye.

  • Nathan

    I went to a party where the hostess enforced an archaic socialist dress code. How mean! What is this, 1920s France?

    That said, I do concede that a good time was had.

    • lovecitron

      I bet you had a good time because the dress code was so strict.