It's been a while since I've gone to a crazy good party. Last night was our friend Jeffrey's annual MadHats party, and it delivered! It's my third or fourth, can't remember. Each year it gets bigger and better. It used to be more of Jeffrey's house party, but this year he charged a fee, and went all out. I couldn't believe the place was actually his house, as it was all decked out like a neat Burning Man club.
The best hat was one that was about 2 feet tall with a video ipod on it playing a movie!
Hung out with Campalicians, and saw old members I hadn't seen in a while. Word has spread that Dav and I have a bun in the oven, so I got lots of smiles and pats. Toni, after a few glasses of wine, started talking to my belly by the end of the evening!
Felt good to dance around...but part of me was very aware that Dav's and my party days will be taking a break once Gargle arrives. Partying isn't the center of my universe, but I felt a little mourning about how it will be more difficult for Dav and I to have our special moments together, where we dress up, attend fantastic other-worldly parties, and snuggle later on in the early morning hours. We have so many amazing memories.
The good news is that 3 other couples are thinking of a family for next year, so we just have to wait a bit; then our whole group will be running around with toddlers. We'll set up nurseries next to our party events!
I wore an old 1930s lady's sheep wool hat that I had found long ago at the Alameda Antique Flea Market. I had never worn it out, so I figured this was my chance. I should have opted for one of my zillion other colorful hat concoctions, as this wool thing basically looked like an amorphous mound on my head when in the dark, and it didn't stay on tight. Lesson learned.



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