Game of Thrones party

Hello internet.  It has been a while.  I thought I would show you what me and the Roomies got up to recently.  We had a Game of Thrones party to celebrate the finale… not that I wanted the show to be over or anything.

I had the day off and spent pretty much all of it stressing out about cooking turkey legs.

Also, apparently this is what you wear to a party you are hosting.  Pyjama bottoms.

I did mean to change but because they are so sneakily comfy, I forgot until about halfway through the night that I was wearing them.  Oops.  Oh well, my party- my rules.

Girl Roomie made crowns for everyone.  Everyone.



And yes, that is a mixture of fear and hatred in her eyes.  She really does love me, I promise. 

We ate in the dark, lit only by candles.  We drank cider.  We wore wigs.  Just because.

My friend Kristy is posing for the picture.  Boy Roomie is not.  He is tearing into those turkey legs.  I realise that my American friends are all familiar with turkeys but we really don’t eat it at all over here.  I could NOT believe how giant turkeys are.  Do y’all have giant ovens to cook those monstrous beasts come Thanksgiving?!?!

I baked a lemon poppyseed cake and the recipe can be found here. It came out amazingly! I don’t really trust my baking skills so I was very surprised that I made something so delicious by my own hand. The original recipe didn’t call for frosting, but in my mind it’s not a cake unless there’s frosting.

Hopefully I won’t leave it a week between posting stuff!  Missed you guys!!!

The Aftermath

The party was fab! People arrived, they had a good time and then they left.

The frozen daiquiri machine was a rip-roaring success- even though it possibly broke halfway through the night. I mean, everything was still frozen, the machine just got real noisy.

Usually people are a bit “too cool for school” when it comes to themes but everyone got into the spirit of Hawaii and dressed up. I was pleasantly surprised. And when I say everyone, I mean EVERYONE!

Even the dogs! This is Tessa who is my new doggy. And when I say “mine”, I mean Boy Roomie’s family’s dog. She is living with us for a bit, along with their other dog Katie (who’s too cool to pose for pictures). Tessa was gracious enough to dress up. I don’t think she entirely hated it- she didn’t like wearing the hula skirt but she liked being the centre of attention so it all balanced out!

The patio was decorated beautifully (fantastic work, Roomies!) and the weather was perfect- warm and not too humid. Please note the rad ‘Survivor’ torches by the pool.

We had games planned but we ended up not playing. The next morning, we did break the piñata and there may possibly be photos floating around the internet of me in my PJs wielding a little rolling pin whilst attempting to hit a paper mache hula girl.

But it’s not a party without cake and look at this one!!! Girl Roomie’s mum pulled out all the stops and baked this one for me, isn’t it AMAZING?!?!?! Girl Roomie would want me to tell you that her mum got a bit over excited with her decorative chocolate swirls on top of the cake. Girl Roomie tried to cover it up with frangipanis but I have to say I love the dog poo look. I’m a vet nurse, I have a healthy love of dog poop. And yum, look at all that icing!!!

Ok, maybe parties aren’t so bad after all.