You're Cordially Invited

Someday when I am absolutely mired in a filthy amount of wealth and prestige I intend to host a fabulous party every year on Christmas eve.

In my mind it will be like this:

From Pinterest.

But also a lot like this:

With an occasional measure of poetic overindulgent melancholy like that in the house party scene at the end of La Dolce Vita. But not too much because too much existentialism just absolutely ruins a good time.

So "Welcome, dahlings to my humble home!"

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Grab yourself a cocktail:

Gingersnap Cocktail.

Or a glass of champagne from my champagne pyramid!

What am I wearing, you ask?  What a doll!  Oh this old thing I just grabbed from the back of my closet.

BOOM. FULL DYNASTY MODE ENGAGED.

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It's so not a big deal.

You know what is a big deal?  My husband! Have you met him?

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He hasn't finished putting on his tuxedo.

Not to brag (ha!), but this is what he got me for Christmas:

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Bless his heart!

Well... eat, drink, be merry, et cetera, et cetera! And don't forget to grab a party favor on your way out!

Merry Christmas! And we'll see y'all next year!