So I wasn’t going to write this post because 1) It makes me look less awesome and 2) people will get mad. But then I realized that’s pretty much the basis for my whole blog so on with the show.
I’m throwing a holiday party on Friday. Before you sent me flaming hate mail about why you weren’t invited, hold your roll. This is a small local gathering. I’m not even providing booz. How am I getting away with that you ask? Simple. You call it a wine and app party and you make everyone bring the wine, then you drink their wine. It works out really well.
Why am I less awesome because of this? Because cool and awesome people just casually throw parties and are totally like, whatever I just pulled this crab shit out of the oven and here I am lounging around in my caftan drinking scotch, and yeah sure, hang out, whatever, I don’t care. This in all ways is NOT me. I am obsessive, and crazy and a perfectionist meth addict. I mean….not that last part.
I’m so not cool and collected about parties. And you know what’s even less cool? …Me telling this to you right now, and the people coming to my parties. I at least want to trick them into thinking I’m like the girl detailed in paragraph 3. But I’m putting it out there of how I’m so not. Ready? I created a buffet tablescape for 1 hour yesterday and then again after work, I have created the all necessary “lighting concept”, I have 3 sparkle outfit options in case of emergency (or quick changes like award show hosts) and I have a list of projects for B to complete, and that’s not even getting into the holiday décor I’ve engineered.
Last night B was tasked with hanging festive crystals from the mirror over the fireplace. He seriously gave me this look like, “Is this what our lives are gonna be like?” and I shot him back with “you know it brother, get hanging”. He also had to carve the jesus cross and jew star into the pumpkins…yeah it’s that kind of party. After that he threw a mini fit and went upstairs to leave me to my holiday cheer.
Then sleepy times come and I usually don’t sleep. I lay there running even more outfits, app options, ipod playlists, and décor option through my skizo brain. Why am I SUCH an f-ing nut case? Well many reasons, but one is that I am an ex wedding planner…and not just my own wedding. A perfect party needs to be perfect and I will obsess until it is. This is probably why I’m an EX wedding planner. Actually, that’s another story for another day.
So if you’re coming to my party on Friday. Lucky. If you’re not, I just don’t like you that much. That’s not true. If you’re reading my blog I would love to have you simply for you to tell me how much you love my blog (that makes me feel famous). But if you are there, pretend like you never read this and comment on my casual coolness.
Wish me luck…and some non-crazy person sleep please. I’ll let you know about the tablescape.