I went to a Pink Party...

From N.

I'm not a pink girl, so when a friend of my boyfriend A invited us to a Pink Party, I wondered why pink? Green is so much easier. Pink is work. I only have one pink T-shirt and a pink sundress. It better be nice outside.

Maybe it was the sunny weather Saturday afternoon, maybe it was the gorgeous vintage-decorated 1950s house in Normandy Park, or maybe it was all the pink, but everyone looked glamorous and rosy and happy. The pink theme prompted people to pile on all the pink in their closet; one guy wore a pink tutu. I decided more guys should wear pink socks.

People brought treats like pink mochi, beet hummus and raspberry Jello cake. We drank rose, pink sangria and my favorite, gin and pink grapefruit, and luxuriated underneath the blooming dogwood that inspired the party.

Maybe it's time to invest in some some pink-colored glasses.