2013 is the 50th anniversary of the dorm that I live in, and some of my fellow GRTs and I got really excited about the idea of having a 60s themed party...between Mad Men, jello, 60s dresses, whoa. So many good things, all in one place!
And of course, I came up with the somewhat sadistic idea that hey, I should make a cake in the shape of McCormick.
Seriously, self? Like I don't have enough to do already?
We definitely wanted to do some sort of celebration with the girls when they got back to school in September, but with the summer comes penthouse cocktail parties... and it would be the perfect time to do a test cake. Essentially, we couldn't not do it. It was simply the right thing to do.
So! Friends took the reins on appetizers (and fancy jello shots!), while I focused on the bar and the cake. I realize the white block-y thing on the table isn't much to look at, but it was critical to do some tests on defrost time, dowel size, stability...all important things.
The bar! My new-to-me vintage ice buckets, and lots of very stiff-upper-lip liquors...whiskey, vermouth, that sort of thing. And a range of fruity sodas for Tom Collins variations, because hey, everyone needs a bit of blood orange and gin in their life.
And I know some people have asked me how things have gone asking for party donations, and I have always felt very lucky in that my friends understand that $10-15 can go a long way towards me funding such events, and hey, a night out in Boston costs far more than that, anyhow. I have people over because I want to and I can afford it, but I can continue to do it because I have help purchasing the food and alcohol. This particular party cost about $600 total, but there was both alcohol, food, and some capital investments like jello molds leftover, so it didn't make cost quite so much post-tips.
The cake structure specialist and I.
The hosts! I'm in a dress found at Great Eastern Trading Company - and it was perfect for this sort of event! I gave up on my hair, though. One of these days I'll finally learn how to not be scared of teasing.
Everyone looked so great! It makes me so nostalgic for the summertime!