Happy Friday the 13th!

I've always kind of liked Friday the 13th. I used to make it a point to throw a party (back when I regularly threw parties) on Friday the 13th, specifically...kind of a "laugh in the face of fate" thing.

Yeah, fate's sittin' back all, "Who's laughing now, huh?"

At any rate, I will be joining friends for drinks and snacks tonight, and while that is a far cry from the kind of parties I used to throw, back in the day, I am very much looking forward to it. And really, the kind of parties I used to throw, back in the day...definitely too much "fun" for my current 40-something self to handle.

Let's just say at one party there were 65 (I counted) people shoulder to shoulder in my tiny living room alone, all dancing and yelling to be heard over the music. Then there was that time I invited an entire graduating class of optometrists to come over for an after-party when the bar closed. And most of them came. (My friends were there, too...it wasn't just me and the optometrists. I never threw THAT kind of party!) One party turned tragic when people smoked (and not just cigarettes) in my bedroom with the door closed, which was strictly against house rules, and killed my parakeet. I threw everyone out that night. Another night, a birthday party for someone, one of my friends freaked out and started grabbing handfuls of birthday cake and throwing it. There was cake on every inch of the kitchen walls and floor, I think. Have you ever tried to mop up smashed birthday cake? It's slippery. You fall down a lot in the process, especially if you're drunk. Yeah, those were the days. Heh.

At any rate, it won't be THAT kind of party. I don't think. Though I do remember a couple of years ago, this same seemingly sedate group of adult women thought it a good idea to open a few bottles of wine after polishing off several bottles of champagne and at least one of us (okay, it was me) had to spend a little time worshipping the porcelain god before she could go home. (In my defense, one of my cats had just died, I was very, very upset and I forgot to eat. Oops.)

The hostess of the party did promise to send us all home with black cats. I assume she was talking party favors of some sort (she's big into that), or maybe Black Cat firecrackers, and not ACTUAL black cats. I would have to shoot her.