We tend to leave a mildly alarming number of Browngiving preparations until the day of the event, when legions of friends come to town from up and down the east coast, and from further afield. It's a dedicated crew and we put them to work making grocery lists, doing greenmarket runs, putting kegs into livery cabs, hauling dozens of bags of ice, moving furniture, and setting up a beautiful spread. And that's before we even start cooking!
In 2010, we used a little red wagon that I'd purchased through Craigslist for the occasion. Amelia loaded it up at our local grocery and dragged it all the way home. Much to my chagrin, the 20 lbs. of ice I'd requested were missing, even as the Sixpoint Crisp Lager keg withered unchilled in the mid-November afternoon. This prompted what has come to be known as the Ice Fight of 2010, wherein I stormed out to correct the issue, little red wagon in tow, and returned with cargo to chill the keg. We laugh about it now, because pre-Browngiving stress is just an occupational hazard of throwing a big party, and we still love each other!
Happy Browngiving Eve to all and we will see you tomorrow!