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 organisation” 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.
On the day of the party I was nervous; what if nobody comes? What if it’s a disaster? Maybe I should have organised it better? Then I let it go; too late now, just allow it to happen as it will. And it happened…
A mix of people came who haven’t met before, people from all walks in life and many different nationalities. They brought food and that got them talking to each other, looking at each other’s dishes, setting up the food on the table…sharing.
Everybody hit it off. The party was magical with dancing, singing, wonderful food and people making new friends
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, magic is in the air!