Nobody in my knitting circle has piped up about the new year’s requisite debauchery, so it’s time to do something about it.
Arlene and I will be hosting a cocktail party this last day of the year. Everyone and their dates are, of course, invited. We’ll be providing mixers, soft drinks and elaborate, ornamented appetizers, but you are encouraged to bring either a dessert for the common consumption, or your beverage of choice, which you may also have to share.
These elaborate festivities will indeed be a cocktail party, and will involve scrubbing down and dressing up. There will be wine, cheese, cocktails and various other common accoutrements of civilized, grown-up parties, so if your ass shows up dressed in “basement casual” or perhaps “fratboy chic”, or if you’re just vaguely malodorous, your ass is staying out on the curb.
RSVP, of course, and if you’d be so kind, let us know what you’re bringing and, if you’d be doubly so kind, be as specific as possible. (Hint: “I’m bringing tiramisu” is good. “I’m bringing a dessert” is impractical)
You can expect that this party will have a two-drink, and possibly a two-charade, minimum.
Date: The last day of the year.
Attire: Moderately Swanky to Extremely Swanky.
Feel free to pass this invite around, as long as the people you’re giving it to also RSVP and dress up.