Margaritas! Wine! Chocolate Martini's!

Time just got away from me yesterday (as I feel like it has been for months), and I didn't have the chance to tell you how Sunday's dinner went.

I need to give incredible props to Mike, who did cut up the tomatoes and onions and lettuce and everything else you could want on tacos. He made the meat and squeezed the limes for margaritas. It was all delicious.

Robert and Kristin were hysterical and so much fun to hang out with, as usual. It was the first Barb and Joe had met them, and as Barb said later, "it was better than going to the theater!" The bantering and joking and general making fun never quite stops around them.

The drinking, evidently, doesn't either. Margaritas all around. Some beers. A bottle or two of wine. And because I somehow forgot that it was a Sunday night and I was off to work in the morning (and because I wanted to use Melissa's Christmas present to me, cool red and green martini glasses), I decided to whip up some chocolate martini's for desert.

You know, just 'cause.

Four and a half hours later, we were all still eating and drinking and being merry around the table.

Until I finally had to kick everyone out. I was about to fall over from exhaustion.

And as far as clean-up, Mike did help clear the table. But all clean-up credit needs to go to my in-laws, who washed what seemed like every piece of stemware in my house from the evening's festivities.