Imaginary Boyfriend or The Worst Birthday Party Ever

October 28, 2007 at 6:33 pm (Dating)

Not only was the man I’ve been seeing too sick to attend his birthday party last night, a birthday party that took three weeks, the labor of three households, and the equivalent of two week’s teaching pay to plan, but he gave his friends the wrong address.   I was expecting about 15-20 guests.  Only eight people showed up.  Lucky for me those eight people are the BEST people in the world.  His friends went to Jorje’s party on the first floor.  Apparently they had a nice time (and no one wondered that neither the hostess nor the guest of honor at the party they were supposed to have attended was named Jorje!).  But they could not have had THAT good a time, because they did not get to meet me and my fabulous friends.  Alas for them.

So, yes, this was the worst birthday party ever.  And I’m glad I only woke up at 4:30 a.m. to make lasagne, and didn’t extend myself even further to make two batches of cream-filled cupcakes in addition to the pork roast with chimichurri sauce (thanks, Mommy), roasted sweet potatoes, salad, and hot appetizers I served.  Good thing The Assistant suggested two weeks ago that I turn the party into a Halloween party.  That way my guests had something else to focus on besides the missing birthday boy (who did not get to wear the crown and faux ermine robe I bought him).

This was a great Halloween party.  Top Chef and The Assistant dressed as Head Chef and Sous Chef.  Irmaturd from work came as Charlie Chaplin.  SuperFudge was a Latina Pirate.  La Belle Helene was The Undead, a look we all encouraged her to repeat for her wedding photos.  Ten Feet and her friend, First Man, came as the ultimate nerd concept costume–Sodium and Chlorine, and kept passing an electron back and forth throughout the night.  Yours truly was Athena, goddess of war and wisdom, and was rocking an awesome plumed helmet.

So, thank you, guests who did show up.   Thank you also for showing up in costume.  It’s good to know that my friends also appreciate the holiday spirit.  Thank you for making me almost pass out from laughter watching your wayward fake teeth shoot across the room.  Thank you for humorous conversations about ionic vs. covalent bonds.  Thank you for random almost-pratfalls, for skeletons in the bathtub, stroopwaffels, and the sight of Ten Feet in my plumed helmet.

I just have to figure out what to do with all the leftovers.

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5 Comments

  1. yoko said,

    Dang– sounds like an awesome party!

  2. ashyknees said,

    For the worst birthday party ever, it sounds pretty awesome. I love concept costumes and Latina pirates. If only you could send the leftovers to me.

  3. Ten Feet of Steel said,

    My face was sore the next day from all the laughing.

  4. La Belle Helene said,

    I can help eat some of the leftovers! The food was rocking.

    There was much silliness at the party. It was good to laugh so much and so hard.

  5. Quiconque said,

    Some foolishly hopeful coworkers suggested I bring the leftovers to work, TO SHARE. Now, I’ve gone over this with them many, many times, usually when we’ve all ordered Chinese food. I don’t share.

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