Frosted

Thanks for such a warm welcome back!

As planned, I braved the “blizzard” last night so that I could attend Joey and Nicole’s annual Christmas Party. I’ve been hearing about it for ages from Erin Gunn Brennan, but this was the first year I was actually able to go. After an intricate commute involving the subway, PATH, and NJ Transit, I finally arrived to this beautiful sight:

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Nicole had cooked up a storm, and more food kept arriving with every guest. I obviously had some of everything, with everything including cheese and crackers, baked brie, risotto balls with marinara sauce, 3-later bean dip, bruschetta, celery and cheesy buffalo chicken dip (the best!).

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The party had two requirements for entry. First, every guest had to come attired in an “ugly sweater.” Erin Gunn and Allan modeled:

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(Allan decorated his sweater all by himself!)

The appetizer table continued to grow, with spinach artichoke dip …

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… and bacon-wrapped cream cheese toasts …

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… and a taco roll:

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Of course, I was full by the time dinner came out. (Oh wait, did you think all that was for dinner??) There was a 6-foot salami and cheese sandwich, but the real star was Nicole’s penne a la vodka and meatballs!

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I made myself a plate (with tomato-mozzarella salad, too) because I loooooooooooove penne a la vodka:

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And then, Santa arrived!!!!

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Everyone was SO excited:

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Which brings us to the second requirement for entry: a gift for the White Elephant (aka a Yankee swap, headed up by Santa himself).

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I picked lucky #19, and the gift I chose contained two bottles of Jameson. But I’d had my eye on #2’s present:

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Obviously, I swapped my two bottles of Jameson for the cheapest ice cream maker ever.

After the gifts, some brave souls bundled up to go sledding in the backyard:

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Others were less bundled:

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Significantly less bundled:

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Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

Rationally, I stayed inside and watched the dinner table transform into this:

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I made myself a dessert plate including red velvet cake, Erin Gunn’s red and green cupcakes, an oreo ball, and a macaroon:

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Mmmmmmmmmm.

A broom became available after a few ornaments met an unfortunate fate, so AK demonstrated his broom bass abilities:

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I finally broke into the liquor supply around midnight:

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The chocolate liquor supply, that is!

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I love everything mini …

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… but it was cuter than it tasted.

Meanwhile, the boxes of beer on the porch primped for their photo shoot:

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Just like in the commercials, as Erin Gunn pointed out:

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Eventually, everyone started to feel too old for this craziness:

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We moved the party downstairs, where I napped on the floor until Erin Gunn gave me permission to go to bed for real.

This morning, there was a mad rush to inhale the breakfast of champions: penne a la vodka, macaroons, meatballs, and PBR:

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I had two plates of pasta, a meatball, and approximately five macaroons. I hope I don’t have to eat again for a long time!

Aftermath:

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24 hours, 30 pounds of food, and unquantifiable amounts of fun after I departed from Brooklyn, I was home again (with my ice cream maker safely in tow). I think a nap is definitely in order 😛

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6 thoughts on “Frosted

  1. MaryB says:

    That guy’s Christmas sweater actually made me laugh out loud! So did the almost naked guy but really they were both just too cute!
    And all that delicious food! Groan!
    I really really want to be invited next year!

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