I had grand plans for my post today. You see, we threw a party over the weekend. We wanted to have a last hurrah and see our friends one last time before the movers come and our lives get turned upside down again. I spent the week feverishly planning the menu, buying food at my various markets around town, and writing blog posts in my head about what I would say about planning for our big day.
All the while, I’ve been trying to study for the South Carolina bar exam, which I’ll be taking next month (my third bar exam in five years). The Gravy Baby has decided that this, too, would be the week that he would start exploring the world around him, which involved tearing curtains off the curtain rod, pulling a trash can liner (with raw chicken) out of the bin, and scurrying towards the front door as soon as it’s opened. I had this brilliant idea in my head of how dainty and whimsical my party would be (fajitas by the pool! adorable sombreros! fun tablecloths! a pinata!). Instead, I ended up cleaning up tres leches cake batter off my darling child’s head when he bumped my leg and caught me off guard as I was elbow deep in my mixing bowl. Luckily, he has like, seven strands of hair, so a Bounty paper towel did the trick.
By the time the party rolled around on Saturday, both the hubby and I were running around like maniacs. I mentioned to the hubby that we should take pictures, and he wholeheartedly agreed. Then, both of us took off in different directions to entertain our friends. Five sun-soaked, happy hours later, we had a pile of fajita fixins’ strewn all over our kitchen and not a single photo to show for it.
The hubby knew I was a little sad that I didn’t manage to get photos with our friends who have become so dear to us over the last two years, so for lunch the next day he surprised me by putting a plate together for me of all the things I’d made for the party. My skirt steak and chicken fajitas, lovingly marinated overnight, with pineapple salsa, corn salsa, and queso on the side all made his beautifully put together plate (pictured above). I hit the “pause” button on my studying so that we could eat and recap our fun afternoon with our friends and talk about how much we’ll miss them.
If it isn’t obvious yet, we’re really sad to leave Malaysia. It’s been a great two years.