Hearing the phrase ‘dinner party’ might make you think of the stereotypical classy family; wife in pearls, husband with combover and loafers with three kids dressed head to toe in David Jones screaming because their peas are touching their potatoes.
– not quite.
It was the 25th anniversary of my best friend’s parents this Saturday, and we ended up throwing them a great surprise party!
Looks great, right? Of course! However, if you’re that interested, I’m sure you’d love to know the events in the 16 hours leading up to the moment we yelled ‘surprise!’:
- Friday, 7:02pm – The napkin incident:
So, I’ve had a virus all week. Virus? Bad? Sure. Ex-drama student on migraine drugs with a virus? ‘O, I die, Horatio’. Friday night at 7:02pm, I was sat in bed feeling sorry for myself helping to fold napkins for the dinner party. Everything was totally fine, until I realised that I’d been folding tissues into glasses and blowing my nose with the napkins instead.
- Friday 9:13pm – The confetti incident:
Later on in the night, my best friend arrived to help me arrange the table. I promptly ripped open a packed of confetti and began sprinkling it all over the table. “Stop!” yelled my friend and she began sorting the confetti into coloured piles. “You didn’t even pick Stage 2 Visual Arts!?!”.
- Saturday, 6:10pm – Don’t buy jeans from Kmart.
Hiding behind the couch, my boyfriend, my best friend, my family and I sat anxiously waiting for our (victims?) to walk through the door. As the door swung open and we all jumped in the air, a blood curdling cry (something like this) filled the room. My $15 Kmart jeans had ripped…basically in half.
The moral of the story here is that the oh so aesthetic pictures you post of your night on Instagram or Facebook, will only inevitably remind you of the real-world things behind them – and maybe that’s not such a bad thing (unless you really liked your Kmart jeans).