Glass markers? Is that a “thing?” I guess it would be wine charms. But you know what I mean. Things to mark your drinking glass when you’re in an environment that is swimming with drinking glasses. Maybe it’s just me, but I kinda sweat things like that. The thought of drinking out of someone else’s glass is pretty gross. I even feel a little icky when I get a clean glass that still has the last person’s lipstick on it. I mean, I know the glass is technically clean. It’s just that lipstick these days is practically indestructible and some can only be removed by sandblasting or something. (Side note – how is that possible? Is it safe to wear something that you are inevitably ingesting (you know you are), yet will only wash off a glass with elbow grease, exasperation and mild swearing? It really can’t be healthy.) SO, if I’m throwing a party (which I obviously haven’t done in a long time as I haven’t posted a “Party Friday” installation in months [insert sadness here]), I try to make sure everyone is able to mark their glass. Maybe, deep down, it’s only for myself. Regardless, here are a few ideas to facilitate this without trying to mentally keep track of everyone’s different lipstick shade.
Chalkboard paint. Brilliant. There’s actually a tutorial for this here. Just throw some chalk down near the glasses and done.
Fancy pants! The only problem I see with these is that after a drink or two (OR A THOUSAND!), I’d be all “Wait. Was I the silver square sparkle or the round square sparkle? Or the gold circle?? Crap, I’ll just get a new glass.” I’d wind up blowing through a couple (OR A THOUSAND!) glasses that way. But they’re so sparkly! And they’re DIY, so here’s how you make them.
OR, if you’re like me, you can take miscellaneous objects and put them on stickers. I did this for a party a while ago. I put them in a bowl for people to wade through so that they could pick something they liked. That way, throughout the evening, I would be able to shout-sing “Encarnación!!!!!!” as I grabbed my Nacho Libre glass off a table and headed for the bar. I’m immature…