Well, it happened. I turned 30. To commemorate kissing my 20′s goodbye, I decided to have a birthday party the same weekend that we moved to a brand new townhouse. In hindsight, this was not the wisest idea I’ve ever had. As a fair warning, it’ll start out as a major bummer, but I promise to end with the lovey doveys .
I decided two weeks ago I wanted to celebrate my birthday, because I deserve a party, darn it! So I called our local borough to see if there was a pavilion available the weekend of my birthday. There was, so I booked and paid for it. Then, I started planning what on earth I was going to do for this party. I didn’t really come up with any sort of theme, but eventually I decided to have sort of a favorite things party. My favorite color and favorite foods. Well, that didn’t happen, but more on that later.
Remember that pavilion I rented? Well, I arrived to the park (not as early as I should have) to set everything up, and found a full blown party going on in the pavilion that I paid for. I walked around the pavilion looking for the reserved sign, looked for my receipt, double checked the pavilion number, yep, someone was partying it up in my pavilion! I approached them to tell them that I actually rented that pavilion and paid to use it. They said that there was no sign posted, and that they were sorry. Not sorry, as in, we’ll move for you. It was a “sorry, but we’re not moving”. (The Punk thinks they probably took the reserved sign down!)
Now I was already chock full of family drama and highly stressed to begin with, so this set me over the edge. I was literally shaking when I called The Punk to figure out what to do next, as my guests would be arriving any minute. A few calming words later, I decided to call the police. Petty? Perhaps. But I almost equate it to stealing. So the police advised me to stay at my townhouse until they arrived as to avoid any confrontation. The police did make the offending party leave and filed a report. I guess the group gave them a good bit of trouble because I’m to receive a refund for the pavilion, and they will be charged for it. The officer was very wonderful and wished me a happy birthday and his condolences to The Punk wearing his Penguins t-shirt .
So 10 minutes after the soiree was set to begin, we were scrambling to set everything up. Something simple like putting a tablecloth on was obscenely difficult due to the 100mph winds! Ok, I’m exaggerating, but it was quite bad. The vision of what the party decor would look like in my head was slowly slipping away. Once some of the decorations where set up, food and “beverages” where the next item on the agenda. All my favorite food that I purchased and spent hours preparing was left back at the townhouse, and with guests beginning to arrive, I was no longer able to coordinate things as I wanted to. They eventually made it to the party, but I was disappointed that folks weren’t able to consume the fruits of my labor. That being said, once the “second round” of folks came later in the evening, they dug in, which made me very happy .
While we’re on the subject of food, let’s chat the cake. The Punk’s mother purchased a blank cake for me to decorate that day for the party. I made it purple, and left the rest to them. In my shopping spree at Party City included a sweet candle that said “Oh No, the big 3-0″, which I thought was hilarious and awesome. Those candles never made it on the cake. When I was showing some friends my new townhouse, I came back to it cut and about an 1/8 of it gone. I was devastated, but kept it together as much as I could.
As I stood in the pavilion telling the friends I had there for the beginning of the party goodbye, I was feeling defeated and like my goofy party was a disaster. But just then, more of my favorite people began to arrive. One of my gals that I haven’t seen in probably 3 years arrived, and I was more than ready to give and receive a big huge hug!! Then my favorite docent came, and my friend Dana and her beautiful family, my favorite Nate and my adoring (now former) neighbors. I don’t know if ya’ll read this silly little blog o’mine, but I felt so loved when you guys came! We all sat together, folks who didn’t necessarily know each other, chatting and having fun and eating cold food and shielding themselves from the rain. We talked about silly and serious things, laughed and played with the wee ones, and enjoyed ourselves in the midst of a downpour.
Though my vision of the perfect 30th birthday party was annihilated, I was humbled just enough to receive what was meant to be. A small group of friends who care about The Punk, J and me, and I them, and a whole lot of love. I can’t help but realize there’s a great lesson to think about as I enter into a new decade of my life. Things will be messy, and they won’t go exactly as you plan. Surround yourself with people who genuinely love and care about you, and life will be good.
Oh, and that 30 list? Yeah, I never got that all finished . However, I’m going to try and knock the rest off before 31. I have a few that I did and haven’t posted about yet, so I’ll get right on that!
Love you all, and thanks for an imperfectly catastrophic and phenomenal birthday!