A toast!

Last weekend Garrett and I co-hosted a party for friends who are getting married in Paris. Yes, Paris!

And it's not Paris, Texas.

And I don't get to go. Because, really, who wants a woman to go into labor on an overseas flight?

Anyway, we joined the festivities with this celebration. We held it at the couple's apartment in NYC. Most of the evening was spent on their terrace. The weather was splendid. It boggled this Okie girl's mind because it is the middle of July, after all, and back home sane people stay inside with the air cranked up. Who knew?

We asked everyone to bring a bottle of wine to stock the couple's liquor cabinet. They wrote a little sentiment and placed it on the bottle so the couple would know who to think of when they enjoyed it later. I'm a big fan of toasts and fortune cookies. So, in that spirit, I printed off a bunch of different toasts from the internet and passed them around. People lifted their glasses to offer the couple toasts. Anyone could make up his or her own; however, everyone read one of the slips. It was fun.

Here's a pic of the food. The chocolate squares, eclairs, and quiche aren't in this pic.

Here's a picture of the bride-to-be and our co-host, her sister Colleen.

Many Americans are accustomed to receiving candied or chocolate covered almonds at weddings. Did you know that it springs from a French tradition? Dragees have been given as gifts for centuries to symbolize happiness and festivity.The Empire State Building was bright red, white, and blue behind us, but it didn't show up. What is quite obvious in this picture is that I should probably stop sitting on Garrett's lap or I'm going to squish him. Is it just me or does his smile say, "Hurry up and take the picture because the weight of BrandiMax is causing me great pain"?