The Great Cupcake Massacre and other party mishaps

Yesterday, as I was getting ready, my doorbell rang and someone delivered me this book, a birthday present from Queenie. It's called "The Forest for the Trees: And Editor's Advice to Writers". Queenie's great note said, "From one wannabe to another - We gonnabe if we trydabe." Thanks Queenie!

The delivery guy asked me if I was baking a cake. I laughed; there was no cake in the oven but I had been whipping up frostings all morning.
"How do you know?" I asked.
"I can smell it," he said. "Smells good."

And then, two hours before party time, the great massacre occured. I had taken the cupcakes out of the freezer the night before to defrost and I just assumed everything was fine, going according to plan. But when the cupcakes thawed out, they got all gooey and stuck to each other. I ended up throwing most of the chocolate ones out. It was a sad, sad moment in cupcake history, but what could I do? I salvaged 12 chocolate cupcakes, but they were so ugly and pock-marked I tried to quickly frost them and stick them in the cupcake stand. The frosting got all crummy. At times like this, it's a good thing that I'm not a perfectionist. I felt bummed for about 30 seconds, and then was like, hmm, let's ladle up some of that sangria.

About 40 minutes before the party began I was frantically searching for my corkscrew. In a panic, I borrowed the GoodNeighbor's, but I later found mine. 30 minutes before the party began, I remembered I don't own a bottle opener for the beer. I quickly texted KateBklyn and LaHipster.

I think we ran out of booze sometime around midnight. But I had more guests than I anticipated, about 22 and I figured, well, someone will bring more beer, but no go. Instead, I got many beautiful bottles of wine, most of which are half open on my counter right now. I'm glad people helped themselves, since my hostessing abilities went south somewhere after my third glass of sangria.

Also, it looks like someone rearranged my bathroom. Interesting.