Speaking of happy - brace yourself for the sweeping transition here - my brazenly challenging Monday to this karmic arm-wrestle is partially motivated by one of my favorite Christmas presents in recent memory, which I re-discovered tonight while rumbling around the kitchen (and creating run-on sentences, apparently):
The masking tape (covering the Pretty name) adds a delicately feminine touch, don't you think? It's like having my very own Texas family crest, but with bonus rum-and-coke features.
As native Texans and Southern types might recognize, this is an example of the all-important personalized party cup ("PPC"). Call this California girl naive, but upon walking into my first Texas wedding shower, filled as it was with cut-crystal and expensive finger foods and The Right Sort Of People, I wasn't sure what to make of the thoughtfully personalized, yet - you know - styrofoam** PPCs. Or how to fraudulently pass as The Right Sort Of People, but that's a different problem for another day.
*We have parties back home, naturally, but they usually involve plastics of an entirely different sort.
**Or reusable plastic - it's OK, Austin PC Police!
However, as the Anonymous Husband and I attended subsequent social events, I grew to appreciate the PPCs - to covet a set of my very own, actually. These came to strike me as yet another example of how Texans, to wildly overgeneralize, seem to just get parties right. Enter friends M, who included their own darling PPCs in their wedding out-of-towners' baskets, only to gift the AH and I with our very own set one year later.
So to you, Monday, I raise my very special PPC to you - as opposed to the customary daintily feminine yet emphatic gesture - and toast Texas and good friends with an equally good sense of humor. Try anything funny, however, and I'll start talking about those custom Koozies I had made for the AH's 30th birthday . . .
*We have parties back home, naturally, but they usually involve plastics of an entirely different sort.
**Or reusable plastic - it's OK, Austin PC Police!
However, as the Anonymous Husband and I attended subsequent social events, I grew to appreciate the PPCs - to covet a set of my very own, actually. These came to strike me as yet another example of how Texans, to wildly overgeneralize, seem to just get parties right. Enter friends M, who included their own darling PPCs in their wedding out-of-towners' baskets, only to gift the AH and I with our very own set one year later.
So to you, Monday, I raise my very special PPC to you - as opposed to the customary daintily feminine yet emphatic gesture - and toast Texas and good friends with an equally good sense of humor. Try anything funny, however, and I'll start talking about those custom Koozies I had made for the AH's 30th birthday . . .
10 comments:
The PPC's are all important ;-)
I can't tell you the number of them that litter my cabinets and then there's the personalized koozies ;-) Oh yes.
Heard and understood. LOL.
It is a curious thing "Country Crystal," which I never knew before marrying a Georgia boy and crossing the Mason-Dixon.
We've got sleeves of them kicking around with monograms, tailgate sayings and even those specifically reserved for "nice" events.
And here I thought styrofoam was reserved for parent/teacher conferences and AA meetings. Love that Southern way! :)
I feel so excluded! In the 9 years I have lived in Texas I have never seen a PPC. Damn - I'm hanging out with the wrong crowd.
Ohhh so fun. Love any sort of cup with a nice little personalization.
Just a little FYI: I think you're beyond fabulous!
This cracks me up. See, I grew up in Austin, and I had no idea what PPC were until I went to Baylor. I was dating some Right Sort of People Frat Boy who's parents were VERY Right Sort of People and Longhorns and we went up to Dallas for the all important UT-OU game. Well, imagine my surprise when I found out people wore dresses and heels to games, attended catered parties with PPCs and monogrammed napkins. I have never felt more like a redneck than I did then.
I, for one, think it is about time to spread the gospel of the PPC north of the Mason-Dixon line! I know it would cause quite a stir here on the Third Coast!
We here in Florida have such lovely "china" as well. And koozies are quite a staple - I too had them made for my husband's 30th b-day. Some things are just Southern.
Coming from the southwest, I've always been baffled by the beer coozies I've seen at chic weddings... I'm going to have to add the PPC to the list! Instantly jealous and totally want some...
Got your Tweet today, I hope you're doing alright!
xoxo,
Lulu
Oh my lawd, your blog is awesome! You have a hilarious way of putting these Southern traditions that just makes me smile!
Sincerely,
Another Southern Transplant (or is it Implant?)
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