As the date got closer, and the numbers kept growing (over 50 confirmed guests!) panic started to set in. What to feed people? Where would they sleep? And how could I smuggle these vast quantities of food and beer into the house without doing myself an injury or arousing Pat's suspicion?
Having blown a month's wages on a giant new fridge the week before the
party, I wondered if the game wasn't up when I innocently suggested that
we really should buy some beer to put in it (and Pat should babysit!).
After all, I don't drink beer. Arriving home with the car loaded to the
roof with beer, I thought a lecture on household budgetting might be coming.
The reaction? "Gosh darling, that was really thoughtful."
Bless him.
And then we had a party!
With huge thanks to Shug & Davy.