The First Party I Ever Hosted
First of all, the winner of the custom postcard design giveaway is Muhamad! I’ll be shooting you an email to discuss the design. Thank you to everybody for entering and I’m hoping to do something like this again soon. Now, onto the memories.
The first party I ever hosted was in sixth grade. It was a sleepover party. I had invited about 6 of my closest friends. I was so excited. I don’t remember too much of what happened at the party – I know I have a lot of black and white pictures of my friends wearing various hats that my dad took – and a handful of pictures of us singing and dancing on my back porch. There are however a few things that I do remember from this party.
I remember that I had invited who I considered to be the coolest girl in school (I may have stolen this line directly from Love Actually, from here on out to be abbreviated TCGIS) and I was so nervous she wasn’t going to come to my party. I was overjoyed when she told me she was coming.
I remember being incredibly nervous that I had invited people from so many different walks of life – I invited my best friend from class, plus the coolest girl, plus a girl on the soccer team, plus a girl I went to church with, plus the best friend that I had known for longer than the other best friend – just so many different people. I was nervous about that. What if they didn’t get along? What if somebody felt left out?
I remember that everybody showed up late. I can promise you that I started at that clock for every single second between arrival time and when the first person finally showed up around 20 minutes later. I was absolutely convinced that nobody was coming to this party. That they had all bailed on me last minute. My mother kept trying to calm me down, but I don’t think it worked. I really appreciate her trying though.
Goodness gracious, I remember every one of those feelings incredibly clearly. Want to know why? Because I’m pretty sure that since that party I’ve had every single one of those feelings before every single party I’ve ever had all over again. Here’s what I need to remember though.
After the party was over TCGIS’s mother told my mother that TCGIS was so excited that she got invited to the party because she had just moved into the school system and was worried she wasn’t going to make any friends.
I might have never seen that group of girls together again, but I do have a clear picture of that random group belting boy band songs on my back porch.
Everybody who said they were going to show up showed up.
So what have I learned from this? Well, definitely don’t ever leave somebody off the guest list because you think that they might be too cool, you just might make someone’s day. Second, everybody can find something in common with others. Third, sometimes people are late, and the important ones will always show up.
