Wednesday, November 04, 2009

Party Planning

You should see my desk. No. Really. It's so clean. Super clean. Company clean.

If you've been my friend for a long time, you've seen the flip side of my clean desk. She's the evil, littered desk; the ugly sistah of clean desk.

You see, I've got company coming over on Friday.

My wonderful sistah-in-love will be here. She's a peach and so friendly that I know she'll make everyone feel comfortable. The Writer will be here too. She's here to watch my back and protect me from...dum dum dum...the strangers!

People I don't know very well are invading attending my little jewelry party. They've never been to my little, unfinished (in oh so many ways) farm house. They may not understand about that barnyard smell or about my psycho cat, Dingo. Do you think they'll mind that while the ceiling is finished, it hasn't all been textured?

On the upside my Beloved installed a spankin' new outdoor light. At least now they won't be wandering around in the dark, tripping over the dog, or falling into a cow pie.

Red will be here too. She knows some of the strangers that are coming and will help to keep things fun.

I've decided, with your help, to serve appetizers and finger foods. Grilled baguette with feta and garlic, marinated bocconii, meatballs, cream cheese with jalapeno pepper jelly, warm asparagus dip, sliced veggies, maybe some fruit, a sour-cream cheese cake and an apple Kugal, should do nicely. Most of this can be made the day before, which makes my life oh, so much easier.

Especially when you consider I have to be at work at 5:00am.

I want perfection...but I know me...I'll end up with whatevah.

Even though I know the house will be clean, the food will be good, and the company will keep things fun, I am still transported back to my childhood.

Funny how one really bad experience can mess with you for the rest of your life.

We lived in a fairly well-to-do neighborhood and one day, in the third grade, a pretty little girl named Lisa invited herself over to my house. I was so excited! She was the popular girl. GASP!

Her visit to my house lasted a grand total of fifteen minutes. She got the tour, stuck her little pug nose in the air, flipped her blond, perfectly cut hair over her shoulder, and asked to call her mother.

The next day, there was plenty of pointing and laughing. I've been weird about inviting people over ever since.

So, Friday looms before me and I quake, just a little, when I consider those who will attend my party.

Shiver

Now, I'm off to vacuum underneath the couch, cause ya know someone's going to look there!

5 comments:

Patti said...

to quote the late great dr. seuss: be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind, don't matter, and those who matter, don't mind.

have fun :)

Roo said...

I love the quote Patti! And she's right. Just try to relax and enjoy yourself. GOOD LUCK!!!

Bee and Rose said...

I would love to come to your party! I think your menu sounds absolutely divine! My desk is jealous...it's throwing stuff at me now that it knows that there are such things as clean desks out there! lol!

Sandcastle Momma said...

It sounds like your guests will be too busy feasting on that delicious food to notice your house at all LOL

I'm with Patti and Dr. Seuss - great quote!

Barrie said...

I hope it went really really well! And it probably did!