On Saturday night I hosted a party alone. For the first time since 2005 it was just me, running around, getting everything ready.
And it was fine. Who knew? (Not me.)
Photo by Johanna
I had the usual pre-shindig panic about neatness, but one friend came over in the early afternoon and helped me clean. The guys carried extra seating outside. I snagged someone to go on a beer run with me mid-party. A friend handled collecting money for a pizza order around midnight, and when the fire started to fail, these two gals teamed up and fixed it.
“No big deal!”
Everything was ok.
The party was awesome.
And I’m allowed to ask people for help.
And they’ll probably say yes because they love me.
And everything is probably going to continue to be ok, too, because I have had the good wisdom to pick excellent friends (even if they bunny ear me occasionally). P.S. If you dip your marshmallow in your beer before you toast it, it will get melt-y and caramel-y and beer-y instead of catching on fire and turning black. This is awesome. Also awesome? Homemade bourbon-chocolate chip cookies (courtesy of Johanna) instead of graham crackers.
Photo by Emily
Amen and amen.