The kids ate a bit and the adult ate more. Not a stitch of food was left - which made the cleanup very easy.
The party broke up around 10 pm after some guitar playing of course. Brian was accompanied by Guitar Man, another neighbor we had forgotten to call. Luckily, he just happened to be strolling by with his wife when we were on the porch. Nothing like taking a walk and happening upon a margarita party already in progress.
It was such a great party, relaxed and jovial. Just a perfect way to blow off steam and for no reason at all--well, except for the ice. But sometimes, the best parties are the ones for no reason. Actually, Dancing Queen (a mom in the hood with 2 boys) suggested we do it every month.
And now, for me at least, it's back to the grindstone: I have a freezer to fill and a couple of races to run, not to mention The Seafarer which will put me out of commission for a couple of months. Oh well, I'll just have to party with my buddies at the Arden.