An added bonus to getting married is that you suddenly have all these new photos of you looking fly to use for funny invitations.
I turned 27 this year. Yes, I am sure you realized by now, I am year of the Dragon. I've always liked being born on September 18. It's mathematically pleasing to me. It all adds up to 8 - 9/18/1988. So good.
The idea for a black and white dinner party occured to me when I saw some squid ink pasta at Seasons in Bethlehem. The idea evolved pretty quickly from, "Let's have a party where we serve this black pasta for the hell of it," to, "LET'S ONLY SERVE BLACK AND WHITE FOOD BECAUSE COLORS ARE FOR SUCKERS!"
I don't really think color is for suckers - I like chartreuse in particular - but this was a fun challenge.
We asked everyone to come in black and/or white, naturally, and we let guests know it was a mildly black tie affair. Interestingly, only one person chose to wear white. Now we know.