So the big 4 - 0 is approaching at a frightening rate. Just three weeks after Christmas I will become officially OLD! After dithering for months I finally decided that yes, I do want a party. Let's see, that gives me just over a month. Why oh why was I born so soon after Christmas? (N.B. Smart Alec comments of "because your parents had sex in April" will not get you an invite!!!!) There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. I keep thinking I wish someone would do it all for me. But then I remember I'm a bit of a control freak and I have to do it myself.
With Christmas just around the corner, I haven't been able to dedicate much time to the party planning. I'm usually quite anal about organising things, making long lists and checking everything off as I go along. But this time, everything's stashed in my head or scribbled down on the back of Tesco receipts. The friends I have discussed it with have only made my work harder. "You gotta have a theme," everyone said, "The cheesier the better!" Oh do I?... Fine! How about a Beach Party theme. Can't wait to see everyone freezing their arses off in the middle of January. (You gotta love the smoking ban.)
Mmmmmm.... Beach Party theme.... I'm thinking sand, palm trees, coconuts, hula skirts and cocktails. Lots and lots of cocktails.
39 days to go, so far I have booked the hall (our carpet won't survive another party) and designed the invites. Tonight I think I'd better actually print them out and send them or I'll be doing the Macarena all on my onesies! That reminds me I need to book a DJ as well. Oh bugger! That quiet dinner for two at the local Harvester sounds perfect right about now. In fact, a happy meal at McDonalds is starting to look very appetising.
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