I just had a party for my birthday, which is a really big deal for me. I don’t like throwing parties for myself, feeling uncomfortable as the center of attention. A dear friend of mine offered up her gorgeous house and simply told me that “the girls” wanted to party with me; I did, after all, turn Funky Fifty. So I went for it. I invited a bunch of people and left it at that. I was still not entirely comfortable. At one point I realized I had not RSVP’d the invites, so I had no idea how many would come. The invites read more or less only; “Come make a party with me, bring food and drink but no gifts”. Some people asked me for “the organization” to which I had no answer. I said “bring what you want, then at least you will be happy”, figuring this would be a good way to go. Normally parties here in Luxland are well-organized with food and drink or even catering. I totally broke the mold, and maybe this is sort of freaky?
On the day of the party I was nervous; what if nobody comes? What if it’s a disaster? Maybe I should have organized it better? Then I let it go; too late now, just allow it to happen as it will. And it happened, oh how it happened.
People came, everybody organized the eateries while I was getting high on bubbly. There was a mix of people who haven’t met before, people from all walks in life and many different nationalities and everybody hit it off. The party was magical! I went floppy dog and went with the flow, the hugs, the love, the singing and the dancing. All around me the party was happening and creating itself through the people there. Everybody was the center of attention and everybody was the party.
Paper plates makes for no dishes, mixed foods brought by people make for an exciting buffé and there always seem to be more than enough for everybody. En plus, it opens up for conversation and a laid back atmosphere. Before you know it, the most astonishing love-in is underway and magic is in the air!