I invited *all* the members + the board of the Seattle Choral Company to my house for a pre-season barbeque. I am desperately trying not to do my pre-party freak-out. I’m always afraid I’ll forget something or that something won’t be clean or there won’t be enough food or drink or, well, who knows. Let’s see… I’ve gone to Costco (twice) and purchased:
- 64 hamburgers
- 84 hotdogs
- 2 walla walla sweet onions
- lots of tomatoes
- one Foxy veggie platter
- one Foxy fruit platter
- one 18 can case of Coke
- one 18 can case of diet Coke
- one 24 bottle case of Alaskan Summer Ale
- lots of hamburger and hot dog buns
Tonight, I will be making potato salad, cole slaw, and devilled eggs. I’ve also purchased a six pack of Corona. I have more coke and other soda on hand. I also have over 70 bottles of water.
The lawn is looking pretty good. It rained all week, and the Schweetie mowed it today. I put the cleaning stuff in the hot tub – it looks a little cloudy but not too bad.
OK, so now, in addition to making the salads, I need to sweep off the deck, make sure the kitchen is clean, get ice and put all the beverages out, get the grill ready, put together an appropriate music mix, make sure the bonus room is clean, and put Hildy in our room so she doesn’t get completely freaked out by all the people. Oh, I also have to close all of the bedroom doors, and the office doors, oh and the laundry room doors.
Now the thing about all this prep is that I always end up making too much and doing too much. One of the things about living in the Puget Sound area is for every 10 people you invite to any event: 5 will respond yes, 3 will respond no, and 2 will not respond at all. Of the 5 that responded yes, only 3 will show up. So invariably, I freak out for days, and only like 3 people show up.
As of now, I have 44 yeses, 14 maybes, 55 nos, and 33 not yet replied. Boy, do I love those not yet replied. Getting someone to RSVP to anything here in the Seattle area is harder than pulling teeth. I was so shocked the first time I tried to have a party here. It seems to me that when I lived in NJ, I always knew who was coming and who was not, and those that didn’t respond were few, and some of those apologized. Here, not only will one not get an apology, one won’t even receive acknowledgement that there was a party at all. Rude, rude, rude. I really want to call their mothers and complain.
So, anyway, tomorrow, I predict I’ll get about 35 people total, and they’ll show up in dribs and drabs. Basically we’ll be eating hamburgers and hot dogs for the rest of our lives.
Wanna come over?