Friday night I stumbled upon the recipe for a perfect gathering at my place. About 20 good friends. Lots of alchohol and munchies. A nice night and a balcony to take advantage of it. And, most notably, a batch of perfectly made party brownies. Not only were they delish, I used precisely the right amount of herb.
We had a blast. A real, Big Chill-esque night of debauchery in the best sense of the word. I got my first noise complaint.
As Laura said, "You know, people work all week for nights like this."
And ladies, especially those of you BRCA biatches and fellow mastectomy mavens, I finally have concrete proof that men will love your tatas any way you slice them.
Jeffy, thanks for providing this hard-hitting evidence.