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Dammit! I posted this, then hid it, because it was so damn stupid and because I usually don't post the mundane details of my life here. Now that I've gotten all 70<b> invitations </font></b>sent out, I'm relaxing, and I figure what the hell, I may as well post this pain-in-the -ass crap as well as the things I really enjoy. It's never the preparations, or the party itself, it's the goddamn invitations, deciding who to invite, finding their addresses and figuring out if they're still around, that send me up the wall.  I still wonder why I don't just enjoy the seclusion and peace of the mountains alone. I'm doing it again. Every summer I throw a big bash at my country place for the folks I've known since I first worked in Japan. Every summer I procrastinate about sending out the<b> invitations. </font></b>They all love it, and we always have a great time, but I just start worrying about all the details and putting things off and pretty soon I'm behind the eight ball. This time I've pushed the date back past Labor Day because some people missed it last year and asked me to delay having it this year until they got back from summer vacation. You'd think I'd learn, after all these years, but here I go again. I've had the date set for September 10 for about two months (now, after checking around, I've moved it to the 18th), lined up the to help me out (but have they really marked the date down? -- no, got a triathlon scheduled, they couldn't make the 10th after all), yet I still can't bring myself to start the preparations. I hate sending out that first email. I always agonize about whether to send an email or a formal invitation to the Japanese Ambassador, whom I barely know, and who probably won't come anyhow. Who should I add to the list? How am I going to get people to go swimming in the lake? Will it be too cold to swim? Will it rain? What about the hot tub? I've got to change the damn water and put new chemicals in. How can I get my to not take photos of me with my friends when I have the goofiest possible expressions on my face? Can I get away with just having honey-baked ham from that great honey-baked ham place and fruit from the super-market salad bar instead of barbecuing hamburgers and shish kabob? (no, I'm told I can't) Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! This is getting ridiculous. I used to throw great parties all the time: Valentines day costume parties, St. Patrick's Day parties with green beer and the Irish Ambassador in attendance, Halloween costume parties (Not New Year's parties -- I adopted the Japanese custom for New Years). Now I can't even enjoy throwing a simple barbecue party. What the hell am I going to do about a party for the Australia gang, and what about the Portugal and Korea crowds? Do I really want to start up my poker group again? Get a grip, dammit! One fucking disaster at a time. (photo is of me running home to my mommy  ) |
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From your lips to God's ears, darlin'. I should be so lucky. Got anybody in mind? 
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