Party like your parents are out of town

My God! Last night was a grand 'ol evening. Hubby turned 37 and he partied like a rock star. I will always be the first to say that he's a man who likes his liquor but apparently his friends do too. Our kitchen looked like the aftermath of a high school party. I wish I took a picture before it was cleaned. The festivities were fab, the friends were fab and they were pretty generous with the delicious gifts they left for the birthday boy. I do believe Hubby is stocked up in the import beer category.

Funny Story of the Night
At 4am I decided that since my brother is passed out in the Pipster's empty room on her 4 foot teddy bear and the last guest had left I would retire to the boudoir and rest my spinning head. About 20 minutes later I hear knocking on what I thought was the front door. Since Hubby hadn't come to bed yet I figured I'd let him get it. Then I heard the knock again. Thinking that he may have fallen asleep on the couch I get up. I'm now grouchy and a bit too inebriated to answer the door this late. So out I came to the living room and saw a figure on the balcony peering through the window. We are 3 storeys up so naturally I'm a tad freaked out. Was it a burglar - no, it's Hubby knocking on the window. The security bar jammed the door and he was locked outside. Ah...good times.

I think we'll keep the rest of the month party free as last weekend we had a 4 year-old's birthday party and an intimate gathering of three with impromptu karaoke at 3am. I think my neighbours are either deaf, very patient or planning a revolt...I'll go with deaf revolt.