If you agree that a wedding is memorable as MUCH because of the mishaps as because of the bride’s beautiful gown, then perhaps the same can be applied to my recent Holiday party. Centered around the date of the annual boat parade, my party had been scheduled for months. Last year the boats swung right by our house … so creative, so pretty, so festive… I thought my Kappa colleagues would love it.
So, the night is planned; the evites have been sent; the menu has been selected; we’re ready to go. The night before the party, my husband is cooking me salmon on the grill. It’s a beautiful night. I look outside and here comes a decorated boat. How PRETTY! “Look Paul, here comes another one!” Wait. What’s going on???
He says, “Come eat while it’s hot.” I say, “You don’t think…..” “No. Don’t worry,” he’s says. “I’m sure it’s a parade from another township.” Just to make sure, we double-check on line. Sure enough, OUR township parade is definitely scheduled for the following night. Whew!
The next night, all the ladies show up with their husbands and dates. It’s an even nicer night than the one before. Everyone’s dressed up and enjoying people they haven’t seen in forever. The boat parade start time, 7:15, comes and goes. ‘Ah well, they must still be lining up.’ 7:30, 7:45 … still no sign of a light much less a boat! Now I’m starting to worry (and, like any nervous bride who wants it to be perfect, I’m getting mad!).
“Hey everybody,” I stall. ” Let’s get that shot of all of us holding our children’s books that we’ve collected for charity!!”
Okay, well… that was good for a few minutes. Now it’s 8:00, 8:15, 8:30….. NO BOATS, NO PARADE, NO NOTHING! Well, that’s not quite true… somewhere out there along the beach, someone was shooting off fireworks. Woohoo!! (Small consolation for a night completely planned around a PARADE!) Talk about mud on my face (or is it ‘in your eye?’) SOMEwhere, there was mud. And, aside from the skinny string of Christmas lights on the bow-railing of our boat, my party people got totally ripped off!
The good news? Friends are incredibly forgiving. The food was good, the children will get books for Christmas, and …. there’s always next year?!?
Styling Your Full Potential ~