One Hell of a Disco!

For my brother-in-law's  40th birthday soiree, my sister coordinated a hell of a disco party. She went all out and the costumes were fierce. Kudos to the new, young neighbors whose introduction to Harvard, Ma included all their drunken elder's in platforms, wigs and psychedelic glitter tops.

There was a DJ, a bartender, 20 cases of beers, 10 handles of hard alcohol, one a-mazing vodka/pineapple concoction, and tons of food. The "dance floor" was hysterical and I was left wondering how you took any business man seriously in tight, plaid pants. How did anyone ever accomplish anything?

Here are some pre-party photos, *sorry no costume pictures-I was too busy flittering about.

Announcement

I'm hopelessly in love. Look at these faces and tell me you don't understand. They have completely stolen my heart, collectively. In related news, my sister throws one hell of a party (but that's for tomorrow!). 

A Fabulous and Classy Fourth!

I was lucky enough to be asked to cohost a 4th of July Part overlooking the river on Beacon Street. We had a blast putting the details together and with the help of one decorator and one (God-sent) bartender, the party was a huge success.

222 Beacon is post-worthy all on it's own; an apartment with glorious bones and breathtaking views. The 15 foot ceilings don't hurt either. The apartment is designed for a bachelor, but has a definite designer's touch with plenty of art and antiques to feast your eyes on.

Some party highlights (pronounced hig-a-lig-its):

Our friend Vanessa came in from New York and helped us set up.

Arestia and me!

Party prep

Not a bad sunset, no?

Our classy party wasn't too stuffy.

A little display.

All the co-hosts.