Cocktails at eight.

So it's the new economy, and we're not above schilling here in the ilduce household. Times are tight and we need to keep ends together. What started out as a favor to our favorite younger sibling, albeit rather sordid sounding, a 'cash-for-gold" party to support our brother's latest business endeavor, and to bring in some much needed cash into our still unemployed household turned into quite a suave affair with good friends old and new in attendance.

As we mentioned in our earlier post regarding the demise of "Gourmet" magazine, we've become quite curmudgeonly and had forgotten how much fun entertaining could be. In particular how much lighter in the nerves it is to host only for cocktails. No meal to prepare no table to set, just a well stocked bar, a few canapes, all ingredients readily on hand and then all energy left to conversation and primping. All in all a delightful Sunday evening. We are heading towards slumber in a happy state of mind.

And it turns out the idea is not so out of step, in the course of the evening we received reciprocal invitations for a both a vitamin and a Tupperware party. Who knew?