Ever since my husband and a band of his buddies decided to have their own “Man Party” for the Super Bowl last night, I’ve been salivating over a blog post idea. I can’t imagine that I’ll do my idea justice because as is often the case with ideas, the execution can fall short indeed. Like re-telling a funny story where mid-way through you already feel stupid because you’ve ruined it…I worry that this will be the same. So if mid-way through I feel like a dolt, you’ll understand why I may sound incomplete….just stop while you’re ahead you know?!
So the Man party was the first idea thrown out there. Then another friend sent out an invite for a couples party…to the same group of people.
None of us wanted to reply to either because who wants to pick between awesome people?! Not us! I think the overlap was a total case of the accidents, but still….several of us caught in the in between and noone wanting to decide for sure.
Party number 2 conceded to party # Man, and thus the Woman party was birthed.
I think I don’t even need to delve into all the reasons that God made Eve. Seriously, Adam needed some help. God himself said so…”it is not good for man to be alone.” And I have been giggling inside for a couple of weeks now over what it looks like at a man party where wives make ZERO effort to help out….we had our own party to plan after all.
And check out the spread at our party…I really should have taken more pictures, because this only shows a little bit of it all. There were 2 tables, and the counter taken up by goodies. We had bacon and cheddar potato skins, spinach pastry puffs, fried mozarella sticks, veggie trays, fruit trays, hot cheese dip, hummus, chicken salad croissants, boneless hot wings, jalapeno pimento cheese, homemade fruit pizza, cheesecake, homemade brownies, real Spanish sangria, sodas, herbed pita chips…and that’s not even all of it. And notice the lovely serving dishes too?! It was quite the effort made by about 10 women. But that’s all…just about 10 of us. This picture really doesn’t even do the spread justice. I promise.
Here’s a taste of the men’s party below. Yeah…that’s what MY man took. I know you wish you had an airbrushed cookie cake at your Super Bowl party! Maybe you did…maybe you had a Man Party too.
So when The Hubs got home and I asked him about the Man party, of course they had fun. They always have fun. But when I asked him about the food, he laughed and said “there were a lot of chips and salsa.”
One guy brought some pizza. Another brought some frozen wings that they then had to cook there. (My girlfriend who’s husband hosted the party, told me today that the mess she’s cleaning up from the wing cooking is unbelievable!) And there was this amazing cookie cake of course.
The Hubs told me he was getting hungry when I was describing our spread and even conceded a little jealousy. Apparently the goal for the next man party would be that there is NOT a counter party for the women at the same time so that we can make sure their party is well fed.
I guess God knows what he’s talking about huh? Not good for man to be alone. And I think the men will all have the diarrhea over the next couple of days to remind them.
Happy Monday friends!