"Celebrate good times, c'mon."

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The last few weeks have been crazy. I have learned many things during my very long stint in graduate school and now that it's officially over (hooray!), I think it's safe to say that the biggest lesson I learned had very little to do with what I studied. Instead, I learned that I make things much harder on myself than I need to. A born procrastinator, I have a rare talent for prolonging even the most basic task. Due to this tendency, there was a whole hell of a lot (sorry for the wording, Mom, but you know it's true) to finish and wrap up before I could graduate. I am very, very happy to announce that I somehow managed to accomplish everything I had to do and that weeks of celebratory drinking are now in order. Just kidding... sort of.

This last Saturday, my roomie Katie and I threw a party. Even though a party doesn't need a point, the two of us had many things to celebrate and this party was a long time coming for us both. We called it our "Ch-ch-ch Changes" cocktail party because we are both anticipating big changes in our near future and wanted to celebrate the great fun we've had living together (not to mention being friends for the last ten years). The fact that I had just finished school only made the many jello shots I consumed all the sweeter.

Due to the fact that so many of the people I love have children who I also love, we decided to have an early party start time for some of our invitees. Upon reflection, 7:00 (while late for people with kids) is a little early for me to bring my party A game. This seemed rather obvious to the friends I greeted at the door with half a head still full of curlers. Oops. I also learned that numerous adorable children are slightly less adorable (although just barely) when throwing pool balls across the room. Crazy chaos aside, I can't imagine having a party that the little people I love can't come to. It's the auntie in me, I can't help it.

After the children left and Auntie got all her little people snuggles in (I told my dear friend Maggie that I would like her to consider giving me custody of her baby, Lilly), I really started partaking in the aforementioned jello shots I had been passing around.

One thing worth noting is that I take party throwing very seriously. I put many, many hours of thinking into furniture design, food and drink selection, mood lighting and music. (The one party snafu, if you will, was the music. While not a complete disaster, I wasn't able to put my usual obsessive-compulsive time into it in the way I normally would, but let's move on. Thinking about this little hostess misstep takes me to my dark place.) You see, I believe it's the little things that make your guests feel good. For example, serving little appetizers to your friends on pretty trays seems to make them happy. I know it works for me. My now famous magic party punch I invented years back doesn't hurt either.


In the end, what makes a party great is good friends. In this regard, I don't know if I could have a bad party because I have really great friends. It broke my heart that my best friend and her hubby couldn't make it, but there will be many parties in the future (whether her sometimes anti-social, always sweet self likes it or not!). With all of the craziness of late, I was just so happy to kick back with my family and friends and eat, drink, (laugh!) and be merry.

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