Red solo cup

Friday, May 25, 2012

When my alarm went off this morning, I couldn’t see anything around me. Even though sunlight had been streaming through our bedroom window since well before 6:30 a.m., I made the mistake of sleeping in my contact lenses and my eyes were crusted shut. I had to pry them open and fish gunk out of them for a solid five minutes.


How’s that for a polite way to start a post?
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I’m beat today, but I absolutely have to perk up because I’m hosting a party in less than an hour.

Clay and I were up until well past 1:00 a.m. making last minute preparations for his birthday party. Thanks to both of us having softball, we couldn’t go to the grocery store until almost 10 o’clock and anyone who’s ever been to Wal-Mart after 10 p.m. on a weeknight knows there is never more than 1 check-out lane open, so we waited in line for a solid 20 minutes with a cart positively exploding with provisions. 

I almost fainted when I saw the receipt. 

The largest purchase of the evening? A grill. While discussing the impending cookout last night, we both paused at the same time and said, “Crap. To have a cookout, you need a grill.” Our old grill was destroyed in lastspring’s tornado, and it never occurred to us that we should probably replace it up until now (which is remarkable because we love grilling fish and chicken). If that doesn’t speak volumes to how absent-minded we are as a couple, I don’t know what does.

So Clay sprawled out on the floor of the living room at midnight and started assembling the grill while watching The Terminator and doing his best not fall asleep. I rushed around the kitchen in an exhausted, hurried mess as I marinated the ground beef and got to work on the dirt pudding I promised I would make. Needless to say, by the time I finished preparing the food, our modest kitchen looked like another tornado blew through.

Clay’s softball game was earlier in the evening, so I had to travel alone to the party supply shop after work to pick out the party’s “decorations”. We decided to keep it simple and just buy red solo cups and red plates and napkins. However, since I was sans husband and left to my own devices, I ended up purchasing sports-themed everything and even bought a bunch of nerf balls to scatter on the food table. A center piece with streamers and basketballs all over it? It’s only a dollar, I’ll take it!

Feeling a bit nervous that I would embarrass the pants off of Clay, I text my sister on the way out of the store asking, “Is it stupid to throw a themed birthday party for a 26 year-old man?”

To which she replied, “Heck no! I’m having an Iron Man party this year, and I’m old!”

This is why my sister is awesome.

I swear, if she were a boy and not my sister, I probably would have married her.

So Clayton’s party is ready and raring to go! Mostly everyone RSVP’d “yes” to the event, and I’m excited to play hostess for a change. Being the people pleaser that I am, throwing parties or being responsible for an event gives me anxiety because I’m constantly wondering, “Is everyone having a good time? Or do they all just want to go home?” But I’ve tried this new thing of “not caring so much” about well, everything, and it’s mellowed me out considerably. As long as Clayton has a good time, the party will be a success!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Memorial Day weekend with your friends and loved ones! Come back on Tuesday and check out this weekend’s recap!

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2 comments

  1. Hey thanks for mentioning me! If you were a boy and not my sister, I'd probably marry you too :o) Hope you guys have a fun party!

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  2. Nothing wrong with a themed party when you get older! My sister threw me a Christmas in July bash for my 30th since...my bday is in July....obvi. haha :-) it was tons of fun, complete with leis, a Christmas tree, and my gifts were all wrapped in Christmas paper instead of bday paper! It was so much fun :-) I hope you had fun for Clayton's birthday!

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