I spent days preparing for my Mocktail Party, tidying the house, buying about 50 pounds of fresh produce, making syrups and mixers, cleaning and prepping the juiceables, juicing about 2 gallons of assorted deliciousness, making fruit spear garnishes, etc.. Then the moment arrived and for 3 hours my house was transformed, packed with people and conversations. Then it was over, like a tornado blew through, and I spent hours cleaning up and have more cleaning to do this morning, including vacuuming up the copious crumbs and putting the furniture back in place.
Iβm like, what the hell was that? What?
George the cat had a marvelous time, thriving on attention and stimulation. Ira had a βpaper bag incidentβ I didnβt personally witness; apparently he got his head stuck in a bag and ran around blind and freaking out, after which he hid until everyone left. I fear this will leave him afraid of parties forever.



