***Updated: Part 5: Harvest Dinner is posted below!***
Cocaine Princess here.
Question: Have you ever had a house party where you're so hungover the morning after you can barely open your eyes let alone move because you're in pain? So much pain you pray for death as you mumble the words, "I'll.....never.....drink.....again." And your house reeks of alcohol and cigarettes, and is so messy it looks like it's been hit by a tornado? Do you wish you had a housekeeper to clean up that disgusting mess for a cost of next to nothing? You're in luck.......if you live in Colorado.
"Two University of Colorado graduates are marketing a new business called Hangover Helpers in Boulder, home of CU's main campus. The morning after a party, they will drop by to give clients ice-cold Gatorade to cure their dry mouth and burritos to sate their need for grease. They will also clean up all those empty bottles and beer stains. Alex Vere-Nicoll and Marc Simons started cleaning party houses about a year ago for extra cash and realized they'd found a niche, despite the bad economy."
FOR $15.00 THEIR SERVICES INCLUDE:
Delivery of a Warm Delicious Burrito:
- Fill your stomach.
Delivery of an Ice Cold Gatorade:
- Hydration and Electrolytes!
Clean up your Party!
- Mop, vacuum, clean counters, do your dishes, and take out
the trash and clean up stains.
- Restore your house to the condition it was in before the
party.
$15 bucks for all that? Sheesh, I've been seriously over-paying my housekeeper!
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I simply cannot put up an entry on a Friday in December without posting a drinkie.
My lovelies, I present to you.......
Candy Cane Martini
"Vodka is a pretty versatile drink, when it comes to the flavors you can incorporate. Unconventional ingredients like chocolate and mocha can be easily turned into a luscious martini, when combined with vodka. So is a candy cane-flavored martini possible? Of course!"
INGREDIENTS:
* 1 1/2 oz Vodka
* 1/2 - 1 tsp Peppermint Schnapps
* 1 oz Club Soda
* Ice
* Crushed Candy Canes
PREPARATION:
1. Put some ice in the cocktail shaker.
2.Once done, pour the vodka, peppermint schnapps, and the club soda inside the container.
3. Shake the shaker vigorously then pour its contents in a martini glass.
4. Top it off with crushed candy canes as garnish.
5. Serve.
*If you find the drink too sweet, you can add more ice. Peppermint schnapps has a strong minty flavor, so you should experiment first with the mixes before serving it to your guests.
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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have an illuminating first weekend of December.~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
Harvest Dinner Part 5: "Mr. Cell Phone Guy"
To Review Part 4:
She requested once more that I let it go. Again I said, NO. Sister then replied back I had 2 options:
1} Stay miserable for the rest of the night over his refusal of removing his shoes.
2} Ignore the fact he was wearing shoes and enjoy the rest of the night.
PART 5:
So what did I select?
I selected to stay miserable.
A: Fine suit yourself. Stay miserable.
I blew a teeny tiny raspberry.
ME: Very mature darling.
Hmm, I thought so too. Sister went back to the guests while I wondered what his reason could be for not wanting to remove his shoes?
Did he have a problem with being told what to do? I truthfully admit I hate being told what to do but at the same time I have the common sense and courtesy to respect another persons wishes when I enter their home.
I went back to where everyone was sitting and focused my attention on the guests. I caught up with some I hadn’t seen for quite some time and then got myself acquainted with some of the new ones. For instance: allow me to introduce you to Mr. Cell Phone Guy {CPG).
CPG is married to a 4th grade teacher who teaches at my sister’s school. In case you haven’t already guessed it CPG is a cell phone salesman. One of the other guests made the mistake of asking where he worked. Upon hearing that, Cell Phone Guy went on and on about how great and marvelous the cell phone company he worked for was the absolute best! He then went around questioning each of the guests who their carrier was? Apparently each one of us including myself had the worst. The worst because none of us were with the mobile carrier he was working for. He then began explaining in extreme detail the different type of phone plans his company offered. My God, at that point I would have killed for a bottle of red wine. No, not to drink but to hit him over the head with. If that wasn’t bad enough can you believe he went around asking each one of us about our plans and convinced us to come over to his side?! What the hell dude? Are you here for dinner or to close a sale? I lost count how many times I tried my best in letting him know how very happy I was with my latest phone plan and I thanked him for the information he was kind enough to share about his company (regardless of how boring it may have been). You know what? I don’t think he got the message especially when he requested to see my actual cell phone contract. Sheesh!
As the evening progressed I found myself not freaking out so much over the fact someone was wearing their shoes, in fact I had almost forgotten all about it until this happened:
On the wall was a picture of me taken last Labor Day in Niagara Falls. In the picture I’m holding my Birkin Bag which I previously blogged about. It was a gift given to me from my bf’s dad. One of the other wives was looking at the picture and made a lovely compliment and questioned if it indeed was a Birkin. I said yes and she and I began talking about fashion. We were having a pleasant conversation when who decided to butt in? Frigging Ferragamo Guy.
FG: What a waste of money to spend on a bag.
Excuse me? This coming from the guy wearing Ferragamos. Those shoes aren’t cheap! First of all, the bag was a gift. Second, let’s say I had bought the bag myself. It’s my money and I’m entitled to spend it anyway that I please. I could have said something that would have kept his mouth shut for the rest of the evening but I knew how important this dinner was for my big sis so I kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately he didn’t.
FG: Couldn’t you have used your money in a more sensible way than on a silly handbag?
Calmly I explained:
ME: The Birkin, it was a gift.
And then I excused myself and went over to sister where I quietly said:
ME: I don't like him.
A: Who, darling?
ME: That moron......Ferragamo Guy.
A: Why, what did you do?
What did I do?! What did sister do- put an ad in the classifieds that said the following:
"Weird characters required to annoy baby sister AKA The Princess. PAYMENT: All the food you can eat and open bar."
THE DINNER
When it came time to eat we all moved from the living room into the dining room. I was watching Ferragamo Guy walk and I kid you not, it was as if he was purposely digging his shoes into the carpet just to plain annoy me. And for the record, sister may have thought his shoes were clean and polished but I did not!!
During appetizers {and when he wasn’t looking} I stared at the man who refused to remove his shoes and kept thinking,“if only I could corner him where I would present him with this option: Remove your frigging Ferragamos or I will beat you senselessly until you are unconscious so I can physically remove your shoes myself!” And while I’m at it I would remove his belt too. It was such an eyesore with the suit he was wearing. Good Lord and might I add, Ick!
Throughout dinner FG kept dominating almost every conversation at the table. He wouldn’t let any of the guests hardly get a word in. You know the type who doesn’t know when or how to be quiet or insists in always putting their 2 cents in. Aye-yi-yi. I would have killed to listen to Cell Phone Guy’s phone plans again! The only part of dinner I enjoyed was the food and I did have one drinkie.
Following dinner was dessert, coffee/after dinner drinkies. Afterward our guests left one by one. As housekeeper brought their coats I looked at FG and with a fake smile I said in a very sarcastic tone:“It was so nice meeting you.” {I was really thinking, “Adios}
Some of you lovelies maybe asking ‘so the guy wore his shoes, what was the big deal?’ Or maybe you’re thinking why did I allow one minor thing spoil my evening? Or perhaps you’re even thinking I’m crazy for having an indoor shoe ban. Hmm, how can I best describe in writing my feelings? You know that physical response a person gets when they hear sharp nails being scraped across a chalkboard? That accurately describes best my feelings when someone wears their shoes inside my home.
There’s a list of names we keep, a list of people's names whom we send out invitations to when it comes time to throw a party. {God knows why but sister had FG's name on the invite list} With a black magic marker I drew a thick solid line through his name.
Boy, did I feel better.
She requested once more that I let it go. Again I said, NO. Sister then replied back I had 2 options:
1} Stay miserable for the rest of the night over his refusal of removing his shoes.
2} Ignore the fact he was wearing shoes and enjoy the rest of the night.
PART 5:
So what did I select?
I selected to stay miserable.
A: Fine suit yourself. Stay miserable.
I blew a teeny tiny raspberry.
ME: Very mature darling.
Hmm, I thought so too. Sister went back to the guests while I wondered what his reason could be for not wanting to remove his shoes?
Did he have a problem with being told what to do? I truthfully admit I hate being told what to do but at the same time I have the common sense and courtesy to respect another persons wishes when I enter their home.
I went back to where everyone was sitting and focused my attention on the guests. I caught up with some I hadn’t seen for quite some time and then got myself acquainted with some of the new ones. For instance: allow me to introduce you to Mr. Cell Phone Guy {CPG).
CPG is married to a 4th grade teacher who teaches at my sister’s school. In case you haven’t already guessed it CPG is a cell phone salesman. One of the other guests made the mistake of asking where he worked. Upon hearing that, Cell Phone Guy went on and on about how great and marvelous the cell phone company he worked for was the absolute best! He then went around questioning each of the guests who their carrier was? Apparently each one of us including myself had the worst. The worst because none of us were with the mobile carrier he was working for. He then began explaining in extreme detail the different type of phone plans his company offered. My God, at that point I would have killed for a bottle of red wine. No, not to drink but to hit him over the head with. If that wasn’t bad enough can you believe he went around asking each one of us about our plans and convinced us to come over to his side?! What the hell dude? Are you here for dinner or to close a sale? I lost count how many times I tried my best in letting him know how very happy I was with my latest phone plan and I thanked him for the information he was kind enough to share about his company (regardless of how boring it may have been). You know what? I don’t think he got the message especially when he requested to see my actual cell phone contract. Sheesh!
As the evening progressed I found myself not freaking out so much over the fact someone was wearing their shoes, in fact I had almost forgotten all about it until this happened:
On the wall was a picture of me taken last Labor Day in Niagara Falls. In the picture I’m holding my Birkin Bag which I previously blogged about. It was a gift given to me from my bf’s dad. One of the other wives was looking at the picture and made a lovely compliment and questioned if it indeed was a Birkin. I said yes and she and I began talking about fashion. We were having a pleasant conversation when who decided to butt in? Frigging Ferragamo Guy.
FG: What a waste of money to spend on a bag.
Excuse me? This coming from the guy wearing Ferragamos. Those shoes aren’t cheap! First of all, the bag was a gift. Second, let’s say I had bought the bag myself. It’s my money and I’m entitled to spend it anyway that I please. I could have said something that would have kept his mouth shut for the rest of the evening but I knew how important this dinner was for my big sis so I kept my mouth shut. Unfortunately he didn’t.
FG: Couldn’t you have used your money in a more sensible way than on a silly handbag?
Calmly I explained:
ME: The Birkin, it was a gift.
And then I excused myself and went over to sister where I quietly said:
ME: I don't like him.
A: Who, darling?
ME: That moron......Ferragamo Guy.
A: Why, what did you do?
What did I do?! What did sister do- put an ad in the classifieds that said the following:
"Weird characters required to annoy baby sister AKA The Princess. PAYMENT: All the food you can eat and open bar."
THE DINNER
When it came time to eat we all moved from the living room into the dining room. I was watching Ferragamo Guy walk and I kid you not, it was as if he was purposely digging his shoes into the carpet just to plain annoy me. And for the record, sister may have thought his shoes were clean and polished but I did not!!
During appetizers {and when he wasn’t looking} I stared at the man who refused to remove his shoes and kept thinking,“if only I could corner him where I would present him with this option: Remove your frigging Ferragamos or I will beat you senselessly until you are unconscious so I can physically remove your shoes myself!” And while I’m at it I would remove his belt too. It was such an eyesore with the suit he was wearing. Good Lord and might I add, Ick!
Throughout dinner FG kept dominating almost every conversation at the table. He wouldn’t let any of the guests hardly get a word in. You know the type who doesn’t know when or how to be quiet or insists in always putting their 2 cents in. Aye-yi-yi. I would have killed to listen to Cell Phone Guy’s phone plans again! The only part of dinner I enjoyed was the food and I did have one drinkie.
Following dinner was dessert, coffee/after dinner drinkies. Afterward our guests left one by one. As housekeeper brought their coats I looked at FG and with a fake smile I said in a very sarcastic tone:“It was so nice meeting you.” {I was really thinking, “Adios}
Some of you lovelies maybe asking ‘so the guy wore his shoes, what was the big deal?’ Or maybe you’re thinking why did I allow one minor thing spoil my evening? Or perhaps you’re even thinking I’m crazy for having an indoor shoe ban. Hmm, how can I best describe in writing my feelings? You know that physical response a person gets when they hear sharp nails being scraped across a chalkboard? That accurately describes best my feelings when someone wears their shoes inside my home.
There’s a list of names we keep, a list of people's names whom we send out invitations to when it comes time to throw a party. {God knows why but sister had FG's name on the invite list} With a black magic marker I drew a thick solid line through his name.
Boy, did I feel better.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
