Vomit inducing fun
I am an idiot.
What possessed me to think that I could have a birthday party?
My vague plans sounded good to me, but it turns out there’s all these rules to party giving and I just thought I could have fun.
Apparently, I can’t ask everyone to pitch in £10 to cover pizza. I also cannot afford to feed 11 people pizza.
Apparently, I can’t play Pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey because we’re grown-ups.
Apparently, I shouldn’t have clutter in the rooms the guests will be in.
I wanted to have pizza. I love pizza. It also has the nice quality of allowing for a variety of different tastes. I wanted to play the Donkey Tail game, you get to blind fold people and play with pins. It’s great. My HOUSE is cluttered. I live in it.
Everyone is going to hate me by the end of it. Why do I do this to myself? I know I’m not great at having friends. I know that. The few people that are willing to spend time with me and I’m going to ruin all of them in one foul sweep. I always have been efficient. Why destroy my vague friendships one at a time when I can clear them all at once?
I’ve never even been to a party. I don’t know anything about them. I don’t have any friends to ask either. Sweet jesus what was I thinking!!?
I’m so fucked and not in the fun, sweaty way either.
Logic tells me I should simply cancel it. But some twisted part of me really wanted to have this. To have a room full of people who I like. I never see rooms full of people I like. I hate most people.
I was thinking of the music earlier, I got excited cause I thought I could make a mixed CD or three with all my favourites on and share my loves with my friends. Then I remembered that they’ll be my favourites. I’ll sing along. I can’t help it. I don’t even know that I’m doing it sometimes. I might even stop all the conversation so we can listen to the good bit. Oh god.
Why shouldnt people have to fork over some money to put towards food? They do it in restaurants, why is this any different? It is take-out afterall. Snacks may be something different, but no reason why BYOB couldnt be asked.
Games like Pinyatas are still played with people our ages. I personally have never played the donkey game, and it sounds like fun. And as for clutter, bloody hell. No one is that picky
As for music, its going to be background music only. You did ok when Adam, me and Doodle played trivial pursuit. Hell we all sang along a little bit. Music is for enjoyment not for punishment.
I think there are some flaws with the idea that you cannot have the party and i do not see how these are justified! You have friends, why else would people rsvp if they didnt want to come!
You need to take a deep breath and think clearly. A party is supposed to be fun. Ok, its a bit of a chore before and after, but that is why i am coming early, to help out.
*kisses*
party-planning can be nerve wracking and you’re very brave for planning one of your own! i’ve never planned a party for myself. i bet it’ll be a lot of fun after your nerves wear off. my housemate had a pinata at her birthday party a couple of months ago! i would totally come to your party if i lived within reasonable traveling distance, and i would sing along.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to make the 8th, my parents are dragging me off skiing.
Asking people to chip in is one of those big confusing points. I’m sure it says in some book on high society somewhere that “ye host should break ye own back, and twiceth should this be done”. But we all know the kinds of other silliness in such things. Guests wanting nice food should really be prepared to help.
… Realising that was may have gone into a deadend rather rapidly, I’ll just say “BUNKUM” really loud at an imaginary bad thing, and hope somehow the point intended is understood
Pete and Rosheda (purp1e_magic) actually had one of these themselves but more, a full on kiddies’ party, a few years back. They actually recommend them as a means to feel young again
They’re older than you, too, but yet they had pin the tail and worse!
If anything, the “but we’re adults!!!” is even more reason to do it!
Clutter… ‘s one of my own personal supid hangups, tbh. Not with other people’s houses (I’ve seen mine!), but with the state of my own when visitors are coming around, even when I know they wouldn’t care one bit. One of those silly things I guess we all get instilled in us at some time or another.
Music… I’ve a horrible little secret to reveal… I can’t stop singing along to music, even if I’ve never heard it before, but it sounds so good I have to try! *cringes* Seriously….
However in practice, I tend to find people better distractions, and it’s not normally an issue – especially when the people around you want you to be happy.
Friends… I know I’ve said before that I’ve a whole pile of similar insecurities. What I tend to have found helps is real experiences with friends that go well, that help to deal with the headmess about friends by showing it you’re rather liked.
I hope some part of this made sense, and perhaps even helped