Cari and I were up late last night, ironing out the essentials of our End of Year Party. I can’t even believe what a mess the committee members have made of what would have been an easy task if they had simply followed our directions.
The party is in less than two weeks and this is what they have arranged so far. For dinner: pizza and two liter bottles of soda. For entertainment: the Man Space Band, which is a bunch of overweight dads who play in their spare time and are awful! For children’s activities: a couple of party games and a craft made out of popsicle sticks and glue.
Does this sound like a party to ANYONE?
No one even called Drake to see if he is available. I am sure he isn’t now, but he might have been when I told Marsha to contact his people. You never know.
So Cari and I drafted a twelve page manifesto and went out for a mimosa or two before our committee meeting.
Page eight. We have a lot of great ideas, but it is going to mean work!
The meeting lasted six hours and was very lively. Some of the committee members quit because they think our ideas are “too hard”. Fine. They can go to a crummy party with pizza and soda instead of the spectacular gala we will be having.
It was dark out by the time we left the meeting. Phew! I need a lil’ vino.
I am letting Röbert have the fun of bathing the kiddos and putting them to bed while I rest on my laurels and my 450 count Egyptian cotton sheets. It is hard making people do what they should do.
Now that the end of the year party is coming up, I decided to check in with my committee members to see how things are moving along. I must say, a couple of them were a bit snippy with me.
So I decided to catch up with Ty. I knew he would give me the real story about the areas in which my committees are failing me. I happened to run into him at a restaurant where I had heard that he likes to get his breakfasts. Luckily there was no girlfriend in sight. Maybe someone called her and left a cryptic message about a sick relative in a heavy foreign accent or something? Who knows?
Breakfast with my buddy.
Anywhoo, Ty mentioned that some of the committee members might be a lil’ perturbed that Cari and I haven’t attended any meetings but keep sending out emails reminding people of all of the things we need to have done. Apparently some of the requests are considered a “waste of time”. So I guess we’d better attend the meetings, starting with the one tomorrow. We’ll see how they like our focussed attention.
Today was our second End-of-Year Party meeting, and I have to say it was pretty lively. Our goal for today was to agree on a theme. I had some great suggestions; The Great Gatsby (I have a darling dress for that one), Game of Thrones, Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend, and Cannes Red Carpet were just a few, but Cari couldn’t make the meeting and the rest of the women were just so dreary. They ended up deciding on “Moving Up”. What the hell kind of theme is that? I didn’t cry in front of anyone, but I was so disappointed at the moment.
I had gotten dressed like a serious business lady, and it hurt that no one respected my authority.
Now that I am home I have been concentrating on the “up” part of the theme and I am getting excited. I am thinking of geysers and helicopters and very high heels and fireworks. I think we can make something of this theme yet.
I have been thinking a lot about our End-of-Year party, the most important party of the year for the school. It just happens that Ty is the faculty adviser for this committee so I sent out an email to all of the committee members for a kick-off meeting after school today. I am such a ditz sometimes, though. I managed to get all of the emails wrong except Ty’s, so it ended up being just him and me there. LOL! I thought pretty much everyone had Yahoo.com for their email, but it turns out almost no one does. Lesson learned.
We had a very productive meeting, except that Ty was not as supportive as I had hoped about my ideas for a VIP area for the popular children and he thought that the step and repeat might not be quite what the school is looking for. We decided that we should both think hard about good themes for the event, and get together with the whole committee to discuss it next week. Phew, this is hard work!
At least we both had a cocktail and a few laughs, but meetings are mentally taxing.
Cari stopped by later to discuss the meeting and themes over a glass (or three!) of wine, and to let Starling and Amber play for a bit. Those two girls are just so precious together. They never stop laughing.
These two and their dance routines! I think Starling might actually be a gifted choreographer.
Cari brought Starling home to spend the night, so I put the boys to bed early. They had a busy week, and were pretty worn out by 6 PM. I’ve invited a few of Röbert’s college pals and their wives over for a little impromptu barbecue out back tonight. It’s a tiny bit chilly, but I think with a bonfire and a few blankets out there we can probably cuddle up and keep warm. I hope the music and laughter doesn’t bother our neighbors too much. After all, the Sullivan’s bedroom window looks right over our yard and the Wozinski’s can be pretty prickly. But who could wish ill on a few happy couples just enjoying dancing under the stars on a beautiful spring evening?