My memories of these types of parties consists of very little. My parents rarely hosted them and if they did, my sisters and I were confined to our bedrooms while they laughed and smoked and did whatever late into the night. If they went to one, we were usually playing with their kids or confined to their bedrooms while they laughed and smoked and did whatever late into the night.
Basically I am just going to imagine NONE of the glitz, glamour, and food of the days gone by. Instead, I am going to remember playing house or barbies with my sister. Those are better memories anyway.
I forgot to take off the price tag when I scanned this book. The $2.98 plus 8.13% sales tax was well worth it. The weird cats running around Nine Lives Books was also worth the finds of that day.
|Better Homes and Gardens Guide to Entertaining, 1969|
|Blood, sweat, tears, anger, determination were all put into this. I'm not talking about the candles arranged just right or the mountains of food. That hair helmet probably took longer than anything.|
|Nothing quite says 1960s party like a little goblet full of cigarettes instead of snacks. Is that a board game or the molecular structure of margarine?|
|A little taste of Mexico right from your own kitchen? Sure! Just count on the guests being utter morons with zero knowledge of Mexican food outside a tortilla.|
|Unless your last name is Griswold, you have no business even trying this on the hatch of the family Truckster. P.S. Check to see if the dog is not attached to the bumper.|
|This is supposed to be a Scandinavian theme but the center piece looks like I handed my son his tinker toys and asked him to build something cool. He's a talented little chap.|
|Would somebody please take Grandpa back to his bedroom? He's trying to eat the plastic fruit and plastic plants. Who left the door unlocked anyway?|
|Scored testicles must be all the rage back then because I see there are two pictures with them. Putting them on top of a coffee cake ring seems a little tasteless though.|
|While the ladies in the back sip coffee and talk about the lady in the red dress, her BFF discreetly passes her a "mother's little helper". She's not reaching for lemons.|
|It's the return of the teenager's worst nightmare of a party and the Pickle Sickles.|
|Double double toil and trouble, fire burn, and cauldron bubble. Think long and hard before you dip your meat into this potion. You might turn into a gopher or something.|
|The mean little doll is going to watch every bite being chewed and listen for the food being digested.|
Until next time!!!