I remember getting into the limo with The Husband after our wedding (okay, lifting The Husband’s legs into the limo) and thinking, “This was the BEST wedding I have EVER BEEN TO.”
Saturday night’s Mommy Needs a Cocktail Party? It was so awesome, it just wasn’t right. It was almost as fun as my wedding.
I showed up late because I was trying to find my car keys to give to The Husband. I drove up the hill to the most gorgeous house with the most gorgeous view. (I also saw a deer try to jump a fence and not clear the barbed wire, only to bounce back on the road. That was odd). We aren’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. We are in Petroville.
I stepped into a Mommy Needs a Cocktail heaven. MNAC was everywhere. Kimberly is a mommy who needs a cocktail. And who knows how to create a pink Wonderland.
MNAC was on a cake, for heaven’s sake (which should now be mandatory for all MNAC parties–it was so cool). I threw my crap on the table (sorry, Pache) and then Melissa, of Capitol Chocolate Fountain/Post Office fame arrived. Tell me how often you send out a cheeky twitter and a month later 2 chocolate fountains are on the counter at your very first Mommy Needs a Cocktail Party. Melissa kept telling people that she was sure I thought she was a stalker. Let me just say that if you have a stalker, having a stalker who owns 38 chocolate fountains and makes homemade pink marshmallows to dip in the chocolate at your MNACP is the only kind of stalker to have. We embraced as if we had known each other forever and then she proceeded to set up what became the focal point of the party. The chocolate was so good I almost stuck my head in it. She sells it online. Go and buy some.
Then the house was packed. There were women everywhere. DC Metro Moms? Jazzercisers? You name it. People had brought tons of food and wine and there were cocktails everywhere. Someone cracked open the Arbor Mist and it got a little crazy. I’m just saying. Lots of people brought stuff to give away and we had a raffle too. I talked to so many fun women. I ate too many items dipped in chocolate. It was only when I looked at the clock on the microwave and read “11:38″ that my heart about stopped. Kimberly was trudging past me and I grabbed her arm.
K: How did you think this would go?
Kimberly: To be honest? I thought people would get bored at around 9:30.
K: ME TOO!!!
Uh, no. Because this party was a Mommy’s Night Out first and foremost, with kick ass stuff to buy. It helped that Kimberly is the most amazing hostess ever. And we had two chocolate fountains, for heaven’s sake. We raised $100 from sales to go to Vicky’s Avon Walk for Breast Cancer. I sold “Underpaid Kept Woman” shirts, a creation of the original Underpaid Kept Woman herself, Susie Sunshine. I sold “Mommy Needs a Latte” shirts and “Mommy Needs Chocolate” shirts and “Mommy Needs a Margarita” shirts. I sold “Mommy Needs a Cocktail” Martini Toast tanks in cocktail shakers, just like the ones the celebrities got back at the Boom Boom Baby Room. Hostess gift structuring went out the window because this party so exceeded anything I had ever imagined. Kimberly ended up with practically one of every style (plus the Mommy Needs a Vacation tote for the hostess-only). It was off the hook. It was so much fun.
But the best part about it? Everyone had carpooled. Everyone was responsible. I think everyone had a good time. We talked about dreams and goals and travel and jobs. We didn’t talk about kids and husbands. It was refreshing. Reinvigorating.
It was just a really good time. Wanna see how good?
You should totally have a Mommy Needs a Cocktail Party. Think about it.