The race that is my life is on. From working several events, contending with some surprising roommate news, fighting to make a relationship work, to accepting a second job teaching a couple of college courses, I am in my usual overdrive. With all of the aforementioned said, the biggest occupant of my mind’s time at present is my impending birthday. In ten days I will turn twenty-nine. In all honesty, my upcoming birthday party is actually overshadowing my actual birthday.
I have put a lot of planning into the event with some help from Uncle Mallory and Cousin Thomas. Flowers and balloons will serve as the main decorations and the theme is “Moonlight and Martinis.” Five martinis will spirit guests. Lemondrop, cosmopolition, green apple or caramel apple, corey-tini (pomegranate) and flirtini are on the menu. My caterer is doing something wonderful, or so he swears, and instead on one large birthday cake, I plan to purchase four smaller ones of various flavors. There will be, however, no chocolate. The only chocolate cakes I will eat are on men, not plates.
I am working on a surprise for my guest to show my appreciation. With all of this said, I do however realize that even the best laid plans can unravel at the last minute. I hope the attendance is appropriate. I don’t want too many people, but I do want a cute, festive crowd. I am, by nature, a worrier, because I am, by nature, a perfectionist.
And as I shop, sweat, and pray over this party of mine, one question will not go away: “Why am I having a birthday party for myself?”
Because, Corey, you, like your life, is a mess.
I have put a lot of planning into the event with some help from Uncle Mallory and Cousin Thomas. Flowers and balloons will serve as the main decorations and the theme is “Moonlight and Martinis.” Five martinis will spirit guests. Lemondrop, cosmopolition, green apple or caramel apple, corey-tini (pomegranate) and flirtini are on the menu. My caterer is doing something wonderful, or so he swears, and instead on one large birthday cake, I plan to purchase four smaller ones of various flavors. There will be, however, no chocolate. The only chocolate cakes I will eat are on men, not plates.
I am working on a surprise for my guest to show my appreciation. With all of this said, I do however realize that even the best laid plans can unravel at the last minute. I hope the attendance is appropriate. I don’t want too many people, but I do want a cute, festive crowd. I am, by nature, a worrier, because I am, by nature, a perfectionist.
And as I shop, sweat, and pray over this party of mine, one question will not go away: “Why am I having a birthday party for myself?”
Because, Corey, you, like your life, is a mess.
7 comments:
Happy Early Birthday! You're having the party for yourself because just like me...I am a perfectionist...and won't be happy if someone else does it! LOL. You just make sure you get that caterer in line...sometimes what they think is good you might not. The devil is in the details.
On another note..go ahead and submit one of your poems...and I wish you good luck!
"And as I shop, sweat, and pray over this party of mine"..lol i like that particular part man..it looks liek you are putting alot of effort into this..i really commend you..think when you work hard it wil pay off..congratz on getting onlder and hopefully wiser lol...from what I've been able to grasp you are not soo much a mess. but you seem like a hard work...I really respect that...
- Special K
There is nothing wrong with being a perfectionist. You have the party you want. With heartfelt wishes, a very, Very, VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! :-)
Who can better celebrate yourself than you.
It was a cute party and I am glad that I was there. But isn't it strange that I never saw you?
Thanks for the good birthday wishes, Bronze. I hope yours was awesome as well... and Dude, here are the pictures... See me in the purple?
Lol, well, Happy Belated Birthday, Corey. You kill me, though. I absolutely LOVE reading your blog!!! You are a LITERAL mess, chile!
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