Please Don't Come to My Party
Thinking that 80% of my friends would have already left town for their holiday vacations, I invited 40 couples and their children to a Christmas party at our apartment tonight. We've planned a White Elephant Gift Exchange and a Cookie Exchange. As of this afternoon, I've received confirmation that we will have at least 30 adults and 20 children in my 950 sq/ft. apartment. At least 12 more adults have said they will probably come with their kids. I am so screwed.
The most people I've had in my apartment at one time was 25 women for a baby shower. Placid as they were, it was pretty rough. Add five more adults and 20 screaming kids of all ages and I'm pretty sure we'll be breaking all kinds of zoning laws. And how exactly does a White Elephant Gift exchange work if you can't even fit everyone into the same room?
I've made Pixie's bedroom into the "underage party room." Pixie will be three in January and I feel her hostessing skills are up to task. But my own skills as a hostess extraordinare are lacking. I usually spend the first half hour of all my parties hiding in the kitchen doing deep breathing exercises to get over the invasion of my home. Although I love hosting parties, it still shakes me up for the first little bit. I'm not going to have that luxury this time. I'm pretty sure every inch of my home will feet on it. I'm thinking of telling the poor medical students who live downstairs to put up some extra support beams under their ceiling.
To keep the kids entertained, I've got all kinds of paper and scissors ready for them to make snowflakes and decorate our bare tree. There is also going to be a mailbox with stationary so they can write their letters to Santa. After they've tired those options, I'm just going to lock them in Pixie's room and cross my fingers. And how am I supposed to feed all these people? Many women are bringing cookies but I think I'm going to have to go down to the zoo and get some sacks of vegetables and meat to dump out on the kitchen floor so everyone gets something to eat. Why am I blogging right now? I need to be working to get ready for this party. Everyone keep their fingers crossed that people don't show up!
The most people I've had in my apartment at one time was 25 women for a baby shower. Placid as they were, it was pretty rough. Add five more adults and 20 screaming kids of all ages and I'm pretty sure we'll be breaking all kinds of zoning laws. And how exactly does a White Elephant Gift exchange work if you can't even fit everyone into the same room?
I've made Pixie's bedroom into the "underage party room." Pixie will be three in January and I feel her hostessing skills are up to task. But my own skills as a hostess extraordinare are lacking. I usually spend the first half hour of all my parties hiding in the kitchen doing deep breathing exercises to get over the invasion of my home. Although I love hosting parties, it still shakes me up for the first little bit. I'm not going to have that luxury this time. I'm pretty sure every inch of my home will feet on it. I'm thinking of telling the poor medical students who live downstairs to put up some extra support beams under their ceiling.
To keep the kids entertained, I've got all kinds of paper and scissors ready for them to make snowflakes and decorate our bare tree. There is also going to be a mailbox with stationary so they can write their letters to Santa. After they've tired those options, I'm just going to lock them in Pixie's room and cross my fingers. And how am I supposed to feed all these people? Many women are bringing cookies but I think I'm going to have to go down to the zoo and get some sacks of vegetables and meat to dump out on the kitchen floor so everyone gets something to eat. Why am I blogging right now? I need to be working to get ready for this party. Everyone keep their fingers crossed that people don't show up!
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To give you some hope, not everyone will show up at the same time and people can just leave if they don't like the situation.
Have a blast!!
I know it would be a couple more people, but it might be worth paying a couple of YW to come and um, be in charge of the haircuts. I mean snowflakes, of course.
Yeah, Azucar, I know it will be fun and probably BECAUSE of the amount of people, but it is still freaking me out trying to figure out the logistics. I think it will thin out around 8-9pm after the people with kids take off for bedtime and the people without kids show up to hang out till midnight.
I just keep picturing people getting literally trampled. Wouldn't that make a great blog post!
"Is that good or bad?" I asked.
"Uh, bad."
"Thanks for Coming! Goodnight!"
That should clear them out fast.
Costco is your friend.
Sweet new picture! :))
Well, it's supposed to snow again this week, I've got the perfect cure, come on up and see all the soggy pacas and let the kiddos romp in the snow!
Merry Christmas my friend, and thank you so much for the postcard (cute, cute, CUTE!), I promise to get New Year's letters out! I even have the whole picture planned out in my head.
Slainte~
Rachelle
As far as capacity, it couldn't have been fuller. EVERYONE showed up at the same time, and pretty much left at the same time. But hey, it was fun! We did two rounds of the White Elephant exchange and there must have been over 500 cookies.
One of my guest tapped my shoulder and said, "I wouldn't do this for anyone, but I've got a Santa suit down in the car..." so there was a happy visit from Santa with a bag full of toys for the kids.
Why do I worry about stuff like this? My only regret is that more people didn't come! 50 just isn't enough ;)