"So, how did the Christmas party go? I'm dying to know!"
I can't tell you how many emails, im's and dm's I've gotten about my party. (11) It's crazy! People want to know! And I have meant to write about it for about 2 weeks now, but as you may know by now, I'm not the most disciplined writer. (But that is going to change in 2010. I'm going to write so hard and so well. You'll see.) However, today is my first day of vacation and aside from cleaning the entire, filthy house before company comes over tonight, (look at me! Opening my home to company AGAIN!) I have nothing but time to write.
So.
The Ugly Christmas Sweater Party.
The invitation that I sent out went a little something like this.
"Please come to our house on the 12th of December for a Christmas party! We'll have cookie decorating for the kids! We'll make s'mores by the fire pit! We'll walk to see the Christmas lights! We'll drink egg nog and wine! There will be a nacho bar! Wear your ugliest Christmas sweater and we'll have a prize for the ugliest one! IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN!"
(I was really excited.)
The response from everyone went exactly like this:
"We can't wait! It will be so much fun."
"Our whole family will show up in Christmas sweaters!"
"I am having all of my friends looking for a sweater now!"
"Nachos! CAN'T WAIT!"
With the exception of 6 people, everyone marked "attending."
We went to Costco and bought everything we needed for The Perfect Nacho Bar (including the Triple Slow Cooker Buffet, which I am still obsessed with.) We bought Pennsylvania Dutch egg nog, wine, tons of sugar cookies, frosting, candy, everything we'd need for s'mores. We set up the ping pong table in the garage.
The day of the party, the first text message came.
"we won't be able to make it."
Then another one.
"Please don't be mad, but we can't make it."
Then, another one.
"We're going to try REALLY HARD to be there, but we probably won't make it."
Then, ANOTHER ONE.
"My wife has to work til 8, so, we probably won't make it."
Then.
It started to rain.
And not just rain. POUR. It was pouring.
We hoped it clear up, because if it didn't, there would be no s'mores, there would be no Christmas lights.
The rain never cleared up. In fact, it got worse. Streets were flooding! The first couple to arrive said they almost turned around because of the rain.
At 5:00, we had 4 couples here. 3 of them were family.
(10 had RSVP'd.)
I was the only one wearing a stupid ass Christmas sweater.
The party had failed. It wasn't anything like I had planned.
People flaked. The weather didn't cooperate. I looked like an asshole with my sweater.
But, you know? If I've learned anything over the past 3 years, it's that life doesn't always go the way you planned it. Shit happens. I had a choice. I could pout about everything that went wrong (and pretty much everything went wrong.) Or I could make the best of the situation (not to be confused with The Situation.)
I made the best of it.
It wasn't the kick ass party I had dreamed it would be, but it turned out to be a lovely evening with friends and family. An evening filled with great conversations, lots of laughter.
And nachos. Pounds and pounds of nachos.
We've already decided we're doing it again next year.













Good on ya!!
Looks faboo. Nacho party. How come I never thought of that before??