Have I mentioned that I'm embroiled (love that word; it so evokes how I feel at the moment!) in organizing eldest son's 21st? If I haven't that could only be because I've had so little time for blogging lately. What with organizing this party which, I might add, I fought tooth and nail to avoid.
Wouldn't you rather the money, honey? Can I tempt you with a round-the-world airline ticket instead? How about a car? I knew I would get lumbered with all the work, as mothers do, because the menfolk just think to order the kegs and invite the friends (a LOT of friends) and the rest will just, you know, take care of itself.
Who cares what colour the napkins are? Who needs tablecloths? Wine--just order some random bottles of red and white. Well, I care. And I will NOT order random anything for any party, let alone a 21st.
Sigh. I knew this would be a lot of work but I didn't know how time-consuming or distracting the details would be. And I have a book deadline, of course, because someone has to pay for this out-of-control horrendously expensive party!
So. Are 21st parties a big deal in America, too? Did you have one and if so, was it worth all the trouble? (All tips, advice, and offers of hard liquor to help me cope, welcome.)
posted by Bronwyn Jameson @ 8:14 AM
