This is not strictly true as I am already, in a way, a party planner. I am currently planning a party for my own 21st birthday next week. It is a horrendously scary feat to take on...and you wouldn't really think it would you? Planning a party, you think, ooooo, why not?! HOW exciting! This is the initial reaction/feeling. This lasts all of 1 day. After that, its just all a bit...worrying.
I have "planned" parties in the past - all my own I must say - and they have been relatively low key, chilled out affairs, with the night ending in everyone trooping out to a club and by the morning no one can remember much and what they can remember seemed very pleasant.
This, however, is not just any party. It's my 21st. Not only that but there are no plans to troop out to a club at late o'clock. So, essentially, my guests have to stay thoroughly entertained and content from 8pm till 3? 4? 5am? If my party was being held in a funky old warehouse with Swedish House Mafia DJ'ing and Jamie Oliver providing the eats then hakuna matata (also, I would be a SWEET party planner) but my party is in my garden, I am making the eats and the music is my very own iPod. Oh yeaaaah.
So, you see? Worrying. I guess the dream here is not to be a party planner, but more a....successful party planner - a legend in the world of PP (party planning) you could say.
Wish me luck won't you?
And Happy Birthday might be an appropriate wish too.
Will keep you posted (literally - I do love this blogging terminology) on the status of my PP.
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