Ugly Sweater Party: My First

Y’all have it easy nowadays regarding Ugly Sweaters! I’ve seen them everywhere: Fred Meyer, Target, Wal-Mart, etc. There’s all the peripheral items too. Back in my day of parties, if you didn’t find a way, you MADE the way.

Several years ago, I received a party invite from a friend I hadn’t heard from in a minute. The invitation was for an Ugly Sweater Party during the holidays. If my memory serves, I couldn’t attend even though I had every intention to do so. Later on, I saw pictures of the party on #Facebook. It sure seemed like it was a blast. Even more glaring …

I needed a new sweater!

Ugly Sweater Party

Up until this invite, I’ve never heard of purposely finding an ugly sweater to wear, let alone go to a party with others dressed as badly. So I was on a new adventure: to find the best ugly sweater ever!

Six years ago ugly sweaters weren’t in high demand therefore extremely difficult to locate. My girl at the time was a ginormous fan of discounted clothing stores such as #Goodwill, #ValueVillage, Marshall’s and T.J. Maxx.

After an exhaustive store by store search, we were successful in finding an ugly sweater for each of us. Now we needed a party idea, more so than just wearing ugly sweaters.

Then it dawned on me that from the various get-togethers we’ve had as the Brew Crew, we had an extensive collection of hard alcohol in our inventories. So I hosted an Ugly Sweater Party + Vodka Tasting Party.

It was brilliant!

Bring your not-full bottle of alcohol, preferably vodka, and wear your ugliest sweater that you could find. In fact, the #fuglier the better!

Before you know it the day of the party was upon us. I MacGyver’d a photo booth to document these knitted horrors. Then my guests started to arrive for the Ugly Sweater Party.

After I felt most of my party goers were there, I suggested to take photos in the booth before we are no longer sober enough to use the Digital SLR I had out. And yes, I still have the photos to this day. And no, I won’t post them here.

We killed bottle after bottle of vodka. The natural progression of events was to play the many board games we had on hand. The last game was the most funny because it involved catapulting plastic monkeys into a plastic tree. The first player to make 3 hang on won the game. It didn’t take long for the monkeys to be tossed. Or then there was the game pieces – ha, ha.

And that, my friends, was my first and only Ugly Sweater Party – nowadays the market caters to this idea. I might attend one this year! I wonder where I stored that ghastly thing …

Until next time, and as always, be good like you should, and if you can’t be good, be good at what you do!

Mic drop *bOoM*

‘los; out