The Freedom Party

I had a shindig at my house last night that was in the making for several weeks. I dubbed it "The Freedom Party" because I was celebrating not only the anniversary of a necessary break-up but also my release from my increasingly burdensome job. I made a bunch of Mexican food and brownies from scratch and more importantly, bought a shit-ton of beer and a gallon of tequila. The shit-ton is an exaggeration, the gallon is not.

The party was pretty amazing. My favorite people were there, including my heterolifemate and my best friend who flew in from Phoenix for the weekend. We got kind of ridiculous. And by we, I mean me and I can't really remember what anyone else did. At the point where I started remarking that the tequila tasted like water, I probably think I should have taken a step back from the alcoholic part of the kitchen. Also, I tried out a new recipe for pineapple margaritas. They were delightful. Definitely worth a repeat. The Berry Wheat beer tasted like kool-aid though. That was not worth repeating in the slightest. I hope there is not too much leftover in my refrigerator.

I love entertaining. Totally worth it. Although I knew that this sort of excess is something not to be repeated when I couldn't get through half of my breakfast at Western Omelet this morning. I'm really hungry right now though and I would kill to have that green chili back. Mmm.