Estrofest for Pre-Estrovites

By Rachel

 In one of my manic Martha Stewart supermom attacks recently I decided to throw a “Fashion Party Sleepover” for my daughter’s 8^th birthday. Estrofests for Pre-Estrovites, right? Teach girls to connect and value each other, right? Oooohhhhh……. 

Making decorations before the party, I had so many paper cuts it looked like I had made-out with Edward Scissorhands. Burned off all my fingertips, too, with the friggin’ hot glue gun - permanently changed my fingerprints. Guess the FBI won’t be able to identify me now! What the hell was I thinking? There’s a McDonald’s play area right up the street….

Sent out 19 invitations so no one’s feelings would get hurt – trusting that we would only have a 40% acceptance rate. Lying internet! I had 15 RSVPs. I was prepared for 6-8. Had to call in the National Guard: AKA mom, sister and mother-in-law.

When the first guest arrived - an hour early - I was still wearing clothes I spent the last 2 days in and sporting a “birds nest” hairdo.  Not quite the Hollywood housewife look I was going for. But here are some highlights of the party:

 Ceiling fan fatality – We ruled it death by helium balloon string. Had to bury it in the backyard. My husband was overcome with grief – probably had something to do with the 8 hours it took him to install the new one.

 Guest disappearance – After a game of Post-It Note Hide ‘n Seek (still finding these little suckers), one of the girls decided to spend the rest of the party hidden. That little Houdini could contort her body to fit into all kinds of tiny and bizarre spaces. Finally had to keep all doors and cabinets open so I could keep track of her.

 Bathroom closure – Had to shut it down due to clogged toilet from excessive toilet paper. Freud would have had a hey day with whoever needed to wipe her ass that much! Personally, I’m buying stock in Charmin if this is someone’s regular habit.

 Wall redecoration – After pizza, desserts and lots of hyperactivity, Polly Puker exploded with projectile vomit that changed the color of my walls. Mom slid through the puke on the floor to rush her to the last working toilet in my house. Note to self: eight different desserts is probably too much for one party.

Vomit, toilet, and ceiling fan aside, the girls really did have a good time and my daughter said it was the best party she had ever been to. So here is how I sum it up for me:

Decorations: $225

Refreshments: $275

New ceiling fan: $200

Mom chugging vodka in the closet: Priceless

The biggest dessert hit of the party was the chocolate mousse cups so I want to share this really easy dessert with you for your next girlfriends’ get together.

Directions:

Use pre-made chocolate cups* and fill with chocolate mousse. Top with whipped cream and sprinkles if desired.

*You can make your own chocolate cups with candy molds but, remember, I was handicapped with cut and glued hands.