Pardon the demon eyes. Last night, I hosted a little lady party for sister Carrie who got her self engaged a few weeks back (to a wonderful man, with a wonderful ring, blah blah blah WHERE IS THE CAKE AND WINE.) It is infinitely exciting when a really good friend makes the marriage move. I’ve only had it happen a few times, but for some reason, Carrie’s feels extra, extra special. I’m basically obsessed with making sure that the whole experience is wonderful for her, and first and foremost, wanted to get her tipsy with some gals as we squealed over her ring, adjacent to a REALLY large cake made entirely of whipped cream and Oreo’s. And so, we did.