going in for the jill

Monday, may. 29, 2006   |   0 comments

The weekend before last, Jill — the one and only doctor of fine shoes, frosted cakes, feathered dresses, and academic fields too numerous to numerate — turned forty! and to celebrate the great occasion, we had a feisty little party! There was a deep, deep well of drinks (all supplied by party-makers Liz and Heidi); plus many, many cheeses (hand-selected by princess of taste Stephanie). Marbles and Piggy* wore fluffy flowers on their collars, and the rest of us did our best to keep up with our sky-high heels, fancy dresses, and many lipsticks. There was also a karaoke machine, whoops?

We decorated the kitchen and back room with a criss-cross of wire hung with an assortment of photos of Jill snapped over the many different blonde, brunette, blonde-brunette, short, short-short, and long-long phases of her life; a theme echoed by Natalie’s delicious home-baked brownies and blondies.

And we decorated the front room, AKA the Rump Roastery, with a mass of tinsel flagging, which I ordered from the weird and wildly un-PC Oriental Trading Company. When the order arrived, it also featured five (five!) different Oriental Trading catalogs stuffed full of many insane things: the inflatable assortment of realistic dogs? Perfect for this year’s Westminster Dog Show party. Felt Zoo Animal Sucker Covers? Worthy of a theme party of their very own!

Look, it’s 2am in Jill’s eyes, and the party’s JUST GETTING STARTED!

And there were also cupcakes in four shades of pink (only three of which are pictured here due to the fact that someone, me, ate all the light ones in a ferocious display of unbridled selfrestraint).

* Full disclosure: Piggy’s name is actually Daisy, but I’m lobbying hard to change it because, a) Piggy is clearly her real name, I can feel it! And, b) Daisy is just too uninspired a name for such an awesome dog, plus it’s the name the pound gave her, and thus clearly is weighed down with all sorts of bad past-life connotations. So…viva la Piggy! Right?