I love to throw parties and soirees. Any excuse and I’ll do it!
Except that lately, I just haven’t been feeling it.
Party planning, no.
I mean, there is much to get ready, so much preparation and I’m the one usually running around like a chicken with its head cut off (just read that over and realised what a horrid expression that is, but I digress).
So, I have a confession to make.
I let my husband take care of our 9-year-old’s birthday party yesterday.
Shock, gasp, horror!
I know! Those who know me, would be in shock and those who know DH will be passed out from the sheer horror of it! I can be a bit of a control freak, ye know!
It started out with all the usual party planning prep stuff . . . ye know . . .
- the theme (Iron Chef)
- the guest list (tonnes of friends and family
- the invitation (I saved a tree and emailed them)), the goody bags (candy kabobs & measuring cups)
- the party time-line.
But, then the unthinkable happened. I accidentally on purpose so him indoors could get a clue as to what it’s like to throw his kids’ birthday party forgot to request the day off work!
No matter though . . . the DH was game to take over!
Things were going surprisingly well and he thought he had everything under control probably because he hadn’t had to actually do anything yet until this weekend (D-day, we’ll call it) fast approached and I started to spout off all the last-minute stuff he needed to do — items that needed to be purchased, loos that needed a quick wipe down, buffet that needed to be laid out, etc. I kid you not, he looked like his head was going to explode with party planning information overload.
And, truth be told, I found it quite exhilarating!
We had gone out the previous evening for a friend’s 40th 29th birthday party and as he was just a smidgen hung over, I really did not expect anything!
Left to his own devices, he decided to downsize the party from an all out Iron Chef theme to a make your own pizza.
There was one slight mishap — I went off to work leaving him without the car seat! He had to scramble to find somebody to watch the little munchkin so he could pick up all the pizza ingredients! My sister-in-law stepped in to save the day! However, the guests arrived to a bit of pandemonium as my transgression had put him a couple of hours behind schedule. My brother jumped in and helped out in the kitchen — he’s a great cook. And, my sister and sis-in-law pulled a Martha and did the kids’ candy kabob craft as the cherubs were all way too busy swimming in the pool or playing on the Wii to even think about doing that!
His idea of nibblies were not the pasta salad, fruit bowl and hummus I had lovingly prepared the night before. No, it was nachos and salsa paired with salt ‘n’ vinegar crisps which, I might add, he put in our regular everyday dishware and not in my fancy party ware. And, I have some gorgeous serving dishes. Gorgeous!!
But, he did get the house ready, the tablecloths on the table, the drinks in the cooler, the beds made, got the birthday cake from my mum who makes them every year for the boys’ parties . . . this year, they were low-fat individual red velvet cupcakes. The pizzas turned out absolutely delicious and, moreover the kids and birthday boy had a great time.
I’ve already been called a couple of times and told what a fab party it was!
So, it looks like the hubby has found his calling.
If you’re looking for a no fuss, no muss party planner, just call my hubby and he’ll be there. “Piece of Piss Party Planning” is the name of his new found business!