Dec 03 2008
IT IS MY PARTY AND I WILL CRY IF I WANT TO
I don’t feel like crying exactly yet but I am enduring a huge bout of party anxiety. Why do I do this to myself? Well, I do know why, because it seemed like a fun idea at the time.
A friend of mine had a Barilla Pasta Party via House Party and it was really cool. Now I realize ( a bit too late) it is because said friend (Tamsen) is really cool. I can get high scores in funny and sarcasm but rather low marks in the coolness category. Sigh. She invited me to her pasta party and it was an interesting, pleasant experience. Free food, door prizes, engaging conversations, it was a enjoyable evening. All a person has to do is sign up at the their website (www.houseparty.com) , fill out a brief questionnaire then chose the type of party you wish to hold. I got denied the first two parties but the third I was approved. I will host a Better Homes and Garden Cookie Party. Yeah! What every fat girl on a diet who is new in town and hardly knows anyone needs! I basically had to invite every woman I have met since I moved here this summer. I invited the women from church that I had met, the other homeschooling moms, my realtor and of course cool friend Tamsen who lives up the street. Invitations are sent out and I have eight that RSVP’d that they are attending. That is not bad all things considered. I made sure to include on the invitations that I am not selling anything. House Party is just a way for companies to advertise their products. I think it is effective too. After the pasta party I think of Barilla now so obviously at least on people like me it works. Most likely advertisers know this and that is why this House Party thing is spreading.
I received my House Party box in the mail and was pleasantly surprised at what they sent me for my party. Ziploc plastic containers, bookmarks, recipe cards, coupons, free samples , tote bag and a new very big and nice cookie recipe book. The tote bag and recipe book are for door prizes. I suppose they could be consolation prizes if no one shows up. Three days before the party and my anxiety is kicking into overdrive. December is such a busy month, why didn’t I have a January party??? I fret that no one will show up but then I have enough food for a bulimia convention because I want to make sure that I don’t run out in case everyone brings two friends like that old Faberge` shampoo commercial.
I don’t know why I worry so much. It is a party not a kidney transplant. I won’t die if the expected people don’t arrive. I hope my party is enjoyable and successful but frankly I will be glad when all is said and done so I can stop driving myself nuts. Meanwhile, I need to clean my house and bake four dozen assorted cookies on the off chance people show up.
If you are in my neighborhood Saturday at 5:30 pm feel free to stop by. I might need the company.
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ohhhh, I hope it goes well for you ! It’s a brave thing to try, and I know its scarey; more so when you have a cool friend who’s done it first.
I used to have a similar thing longgggg ago. We moms would gather after the kids left for school once a week, with each person bringing a dish she’d never cooked before and we’d all taste each other’s experiments. The first meeting was at my house , and I remember that day still. It turned out well, but I was happy it was over. Once it became a weekly thing, it was great, though. Maybe after this, you could try something similar?
People love to socialize and it sounds like a fun thing you and your friend are doing. I hope you write about it ; I’m eager to hear how it went.
Cookies and friends–sounds like a good time! Just enjoy it!
I hope it goes well.