Red's Party Preparation Handbook, Page 1.
Nov. 19th, 2006 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aamusedinatxFirst you get up really early, have coffee with your house guest, find your list of the last minute items you need to get, pray it doesn't put you in the poor house, lose your mind, walk to and from the store with the wheelie cart, come home, and realize you've locked you both out of the house.
Ayeeeeyup. I did all of the above. I paced outside my door in the sunshine in this embarrassed babbling panic. Funny how the first instinct of realizing you're locked out is to grab the door knob and rattle it as if the door is magically going to unlock itself. I went around and rattled the door to the kitchen and it magically did not unlock itself.
:: run in circles, scream and shout ::
I did more pacing and apologizing and then realized that the Mad Scientist and the Kitten with Whip still had my extra set. So I called the Mad Scientist, who was in climbing harness about to scale a rock face in North Berkeley. He left Kit and her friend and raced home to get my keys and race to me.
About five minutes later I made one last, desperate round and realized I still had a set tucked into a stack of flower pots, from when the Handy guy was finishing up my floors. I HAD KEYS!!
Sheepishly I called the MS he was already half way to my house--having blown through several red lights to reach me. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
He turned around and went back to his rock. Me and Shiny got into my house where the Dork Dog had laid with her nose wedged under the front door snorfing and snuffing and whining the entire time we were out on the patio.
The rest of the day was far easier. We cleaned and baked and talked and laughed. We showered and prettied up. We'd JUST sat down with a glass of sparkling juice when the first guest arrived: Dr. Strangelove.
People arrived in waves, many early because the last free weekend before the holiday is often crammed full of commitments. All of work showed up, LJ was well represented with Shiny, Lifehiker, Kiri, and Johnkzin.
The firepit was fabulous! There was much discussion among the beta males as to best placement of the firepit, the proper building techniques for the fire and then all evening various peoples feed it paper plates, napkins, tissue paper, watching flames lick up through the chimney. It was wonderful on a cool clear evening. We spent all night outside, finally moving indoors about 11pm. Shiny was very tired by that point so were the animals who, in all our excitement and preparation didn't get their usual lazy Saturday filled with naps. We brought in the food, said good night, and as I pulled out the covers and such to make Shiny's bed WHOMP the dork dog landed in the middle of the pile and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. All of us slept soundly.
Today is the lazy day, we're having coffee, talking, blogging simultaneously (cue music from deliverance.)
Yesterday was wonderful (except for the locking out part). A weird ven diagram of three areas of my life all converging on my patio in a wonderful conversational evening. I felt like the Queen of networking. It was fun and so worth the preparations and worry.
Life is good!
Although, it's a pity no one got naked and danced on a table with a lamp shade on their head...I had the lampshade all ready on standby too!
Ayeeeeyup. I did all of the above. I paced outside my door in the sunshine in this embarrassed babbling panic. Funny how the first instinct of realizing you're locked out is to grab the door knob and rattle it as if the door is magically going to unlock itself. I went around and rattled the door to the kitchen and it magically did not unlock itself.
:: run in circles, scream and shout ::
I did more pacing and apologizing and then realized that the Mad Scientist and the Kitten with Whip still had my extra set. So I called the Mad Scientist, who was in climbing harness about to scale a rock face in North Berkeley. He left Kit and her friend and raced home to get my keys and race to me.
About five minutes later I made one last, desperate round and realized I still had a set tucked into a stack of flower pots, from when the Handy guy was finishing up my floors. I HAD KEYS!!
Sheepishly I called the MS he was already half way to my house--having blown through several red lights to reach me. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
He turned around and went back to his rock. Me and Shiny got into my house where the Dork Dog had laid with her nose wedged under the front door snorfing and snuffing and whining the entire time we were out on the patio.
The rest of the day was far easier. We cleaned and baked and talked and laughed. We showered and prettied up. We'd JUST sat down with a glass of sparkling juice when the first guest arrived: Dr. Strangelove.
People arrived in waves, many early because the last free weekend before the holiday is often crammed full of commitments. All of work showed up, LJ was well represented with Shiny, Lifehiker, Kiri, and Johnkzin.
The firepit was fabulous! There was much discussion among the beta males as to best placement of the firepit, the proper building techniques for the fire and then all evening various peoples feed it paper plates, napkins, tissue paper, watching flames lick up through the chimney. It was wonderful on a cool clear evening. We spent all night outside, finally moving indoors about 11pm. Shiny was very tired by that point so were the animals who, in all our excitement and preparation didn't get their usual lazy Saturday filled with naps. We brought in the food, said good night, and as I pulled out the covers and such to make Shiny's bed WHOMP the dork dog landed in the middle of the pile and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. All of us slept soundly.
Today is the lazy day, we're having coffee, talking, blogging simultaneously (cue music from deliverance.)
Yesterday was wonderful (except for the locking out part). A weird ven diagram of three areas of my life all converging on my patio in a wonderful conversational evening. I felt like the Queen of networking. It was fun and so worth the preparations and worry.
Life is good!
Although, it's a pity no one got naked and danced on a table with a lamp shade on their head...I had the lampshade all ready on standby too!
