My roommates and I have been wanting to have a party since we moved into our new place in July, but somehow we just never got around to doing it. However, the stars magically aligned this week and we were able to celebrate National Cookie Day. My roommate (who I will refer to by her elf name, Lemondrop, to protect her identity) is the collector of all little-known holidays, so when we saw that National Cookie Day was coming up, it seemed perfect. I, for one, love to bake cookies, and have been making them all week, much to the amusement of our across-the-alley neighbors, who have no doubt been entertained by our baking escapades--I have a hunch they have been keeping their blinds open in order to watch the spectacle. E made cookies too, and so did Lemondrop. (No, she didn't make lemon-drops!)
By the time Thursday came along, the freezer was bulging with cookies, and our kitchen was a flour-dusted wreck. We decorated the apartment with lots of fun snowflake decorations, lights, and paper lanterns. Then lots of friends came over, and we ate the fruits (well, fruit and cookies both have sugar so, close enough) of our labors, played contortionist games, ate more cookies, then ate even more. Now its the next day and I'm suffering through what can only be described as a Mormon hangover, a result of too much sugar, lots of laughing, silly games, and too little sleep. I think I'll have another cookie...
My roommates and I have been wanting to have a party since we moved into our new place in July, but somehow we just never got around to doing it. However, the stars magically aligned this week and we were able to celebrate National Cookie Day. My roommate (who I will refer to by her elf name, Lemondrop, to protect her identity) is the collector of all little-known holidays, so when we saw that National Cookie Day was coming up, it seemed perfect. I, for one, love to bake cookies, and have been making them all week, much to the amusement of our across-the-alley neighbors, who have no doubt been entertained by our baking escapades--I have a hunch they have been keeping their blinds open in order to watch the spectacle. E made cookies too, and so did Lemondrop. (No, she didn't make lemon-drops!) 
By the time Thursday came along, the freezer was bulging with cookies, and our kitchen was a flour-dusted wreck. We decorated the apartment with lots of fun snowflake decorations, lights, and paper lanterns. Then lots of friends came over, and we ate the fruits (well, fruit and cookies both have sugar so, close enough) of our labors, played contortionist games, ate more cookies, then ate even more. Now its the next day and I'm suffering through what can only be described as a Mormon hangover, a result of too much sugar, lots of laughing, silly games, and too little sleep. I think I'll have another cookie...
3 comments:
Mmmmm, so many cookies. Are those your famous chocolate chip ones there? Howard tries to keep the tradition alive. He does a good job.
Cookie Night was indeed done right. It was a great party.
You know, if you built up your resistance by gorging on cookies as often as I do, your hangovers wouldn't be as severe.
Done right indeed!
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