Because my seat is near the door I've become the "official" party planner. I like parties, and I usually have too much food. You can't go wrong with too much food but you can go wrong with parties very easily. First, there is nothing in this world that is universally liked by all. Not everyone likes champagne for example, and even if you like it, you may be able to drink it. You could be in AA or pregnant. See the possibilities are endless for failure. But they are also ripe with the possibilities of success.
After a week of rain, the sun could suddenly shine for your garden party. The shrimp sauce turns out to be the nastiest anyone has every had and now they all want your recipe. The conversation could have just been the perfect blend of meaningless party chatter and deep introspection. See, you just never know.
I don't have parties because I don't keep a clean house. I have animals, old ones, and terminal case of horrid messiness. There has never been a surface I've met that I've kept clear. As a child and teen, I swore off tchotkes and knick-knacks only to grow into my own home full of the darned stuff. But can you really get ride of a clay pumpkin with ears (they need to hear!) or the 1/4 size "Made in Occupied Japan" tea pot full of pennies. These are priceless gems that inhabit my dusty shelves amid the pounds and pounds of paper that never quite makes it to the shredder or to the file cabinet.
At work it's another story altogether. You get to spend other people's money and someone else is cleaning. Why is it though, that you don't get a budget until after you've made plans for a party about three, 3 times as large!?!
Wow you sound like a party planner extraordinaire! (love throwing big words around!)
How ya been? I know it's been quite a while, work sucks but should be better soon. At least it won't consume my whole life anymore!
Missed ya tons and I'll be around much much more!
muchas smooches
Posted by: Holly | March 25, 2006 at 06:44 AM