Here’s the deal: a couple of times a year, when the weather allows full use of the screened-in back porch, Bossy hosts a Poverty Party, which she has been doing well before there was a Poverty Party feature on her blog, well before there was a blog.
Bossy sends out invitations where sends out equals she rides around on her bicycle whistling the theme for the wicked witch, delivering the cheap postcards she creates on her computer and xeroxes on brightly colored card stock at Kinkos, all the while praying they don’t get mistaken for lawn care fliers.
The invitation first tells people to grab a sitter because, gah, kids. Next the guests are directed to bring something to eat and something to drink. Bossy has a friend who one time told Bossy this was a very rude practice many consider uncouth, but Bossy doubts that friend is correct because the number of people showing up the night of the party with arms brimming with delicious stuff suggests otherwise.
A few days before the party, Bossy still ends up at Olives R Us to purchase party plates and napkins and the ingredients to prepare a few starter dishes so the first guests have something to eat.
Bossy doesn’t want to make light of this, since this can add up — just like Bossy’s run to the liquor store to purchase starter booze so the first guests have something to drink adds up — but financially this initial layout should be weighed against all of the leftovers Bossy inherits following her Poverty Party.
This is a before photo of one of the booze tables Bossy set up. By the end of the night this table looked like a bureau top in one of Columbia University’s freshman dorms.
Warning: The Opinions expressed in this blog are not necessarily the opinions of this blog. Bossy does not sanction underage drinking. Neither does she condone it. And as soon as Bossy is finished looking up sanction and condone in her dictionary, she may still have time to fix a vodka tonic for her son.
In terms of the food, Bossy prepared a mess of chicken with satay dipping sauce and a couple of vegetable dips and a frittata, as pictured in the very first photo above.
But within minutes the table was brimming with more food. And more and more food, also with some food.
This photo was taken very early in the night and Bossy is sorry she didn’t capture the table when it was at its peak. She also didn’t capture any photos of the other eating stations located throughout the house. She also didn’t take any after photos of the booze table. Maybe because she was under it.
But back to Bossy’s point: Throw a poverty party this summer!