Real Party – Trailer Park Pride Potluck Party

So, this past Saturday, my dear friend J let me throw her a potluck (birthday, because she doesn’t like the word) party. I’ve been trying to do this theme for years. She lives in a trailer park, but she owns her own place and is darn proud of it.

When I visited her one day, she had a washer in her front yard, and I knew I had to do a party because I envisioned it full of ice and cheap beer. Then the imagination kept running wild. Stuffed dog tied to the tree, a clothes line or two running across the porch, you get the picture. As much as she loved the idea, I couldn’t get her to actually do it, so finally I agreed to have it at my place. It takes alot of work to make my place look cheap, but with a little help I was able, in her exact words ” Make her feel right at home”.

We used Evite, and requested that people bring tuna casserole, marshmellow-jello salad, mac and cheese with hot dogs cut up, and cheap beer. I would provide ambience, beverages and dessert. But I’m getting ahead of myself, lets start with the decor.

I covered my couches with bedsheets that I scored at Goodwill, and my own beach towels and pillows. One couch even has a pile of laundry, that I apologize to my guests, I forgot to take out the underwear. I pulled out all the power tools, WD-40, duct tape and car cleaning products we had. All of my seasonal pillows came out, some Easter, some Christmas. I was saving all of hubby’s beer bottles for that special something, putting some fake flowers in some of them, clean (outgrown) kid underwear just about everywhere.As you can see, I spared no expense, from the papered windows to driving my friend’s old school van up on the lawn and dragging out all the stuff my husband was supposed to get rid of months ago. Everyone thought the underwear and beer bottles in the bushes was the touch that meant so much.Broozer and Propurty of Broozer (it actually says that on the back of their vests!) Lots of chili with cheese slices melted on top, hot dogs, Kool-Aid and I’m not sure who brought the tub of Cool-Whip or why. There are fast-food napkins and sporks on the table, and of course cupcakes. The pink one is special. Pruperty of the birthday girl.The best part were the get-ups, they brought tears to my eyes, we were all laughing so hard. I wanted to be classy, channeling Peg Bundy a la Married With Children (one of my favoritest shows EVER!)The birthday girl. My kiddo, rocking his dad’s shirt. She takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’. Our little friend diggin’ in his butt…priceless!