As posted by yours truly at RevGalBlogPals:
I hate to say it, but over the years I’ve been to too many parties where I, or the birthday child, has felt much like the chorus of Lesley Gore’s old tune. I am therefore not the biggest fan of birthday parties.
For this Friday (which happens to be my birthday), tell us these five things about parties, birthday or otherwise.
1) Would you rather be the host or the guest?
Hmm. If it’s an event for grown-ups or all ages, I like to be in my house, although I stress out about it terribly in advance. (Children’s parties are another matter.) I really don’t like big parties, which is funny for an extrovert. Perhaps it’s because I am not much of a drinker and big parties so often revolve around alcohol.
2) When you are hosting, do you clean everything up the minute the guests go home? Will you accept help with the dishes?
I’ll take the help! But I also like to leave something for the next day. I love the sight of crystal on the table the next morning, glasses that require gentle and leisurely hand-washing.
3) If you had the wherewithal, and I guess I mean more than money, to throw a great theme party, what would the theme be?
A few years ago we batted around the idea of having a party for Tolkien’s birthday with Lord of the Rings food and costumes. Then I realized it was the same date as my nephew’s birthday, and that didn’t seem like a good idea. I still like the idea, though. Maybe someday. We own a pair of hobbit costume feet.
4) What’s the worst time you ever had at a party?
Five years ago we had a combination friends and cousins birthday party for the then-Little Princess. Her cousin teamed up with a girl from down the street and the two of them picked on the Little Princess all day. It was absolutely horrible.
I think at this point in my life, I would ask the mothers to remove their children instead of fuming about it all afternoon.
5) And to end on a brighter note, what was the best?
When I turned 11, my father arranged for a party of my classmates to see "Madame Butterfly" at the Kennedy Center. I don’t know if my friends cared, but I love the memory of Daddy, who thought up the whole thing. And going back further, I think the parties we had when I was a very little Songbird in Jane Austen’s Village were low-key and wonderful, family and friends and always a very pretty cake. One of them had a carousel on top.
Hey, you don’t have to be a RevGal to play! Just a person who loves or hates parties. I’m on the road today to celebrate with Pure Luck; back tomorrow!!!