I'm Sensing A Trend
While I'm writing up the action from last weekend's Mother's Day assembly (darn temporary day job, always getting in the way of what's important), I offer this little tidbit:
Every time I've asked the folks how many people they'll be expecting at the party, they've said, "about fifty". This is what I have told my caterer friend.
They keep sending more and more addresses for the invitation list. Current rough count? Seventy invitations going out to 125 people, most of whom live within a neighborhood or two. I'm guessing the final count will be more like 80. Never mind the food -- where were they planning on putting all these people?
Hey, wait a minute... why does this all sound so familiar?
Oh, right: Because it is.
Last we spoke, it sounded like B. and G. were going to do the invitations, but I haven't heard from them since. I'm quite tempted to take them on, and then take a page from B.'s mother's book and hold the invitations hostage until I get some workable numbers. If this continues, I may have to design an invitation that includes a response card, just so I can replicate B.'s mother's handling of the wedding invitations (and if you're new to this blog, please do go read that entry).
Okay, so I wouldn't really pull a stunt like that, even if 95% of the invitees didn't live within a three-mile radius of my parents' house. I'm just saying, it suddenly doesn't seem like such an unreasonable course of action.
So help me, I'm not turning into my mother after all. I'm not even turning into her crazy aunt. I'm turning into my brother's mother-in-law. If I ever start dying my hair the same color as my face and wearing unflattering pastels, please alert me.
Every time I've asked the folks how many people they'll be expecting at the party, they've said, "about fifty". This is what I have told my caterer friend.
They keep sending more and more addresses for the invitation list. Current rough count? Seventy invitations going out to 125 people, most of whom live within a neighborhood or two. I'm guessing the final count will be more like 80. Never mind the food -- where were they planning on putting all these people?
Hey, wait a minute... why does this all sound so familiar?
Oh, right: Because it is.
Last we spoke, it sounded like B. and G. were going to do the invitations, but I haven't heard from them since. I'm quite tempted to take them on, and then take a page from B.'s mother's book and hold the invitations hostage until I get some workable numbers. If this continues, I may have to design an invitation that includes a response card, just so I can replicate B.'s mother's handling of the wedding invitations (and if you're new to this blog, please do go read that entry).
Okay, so I wouldn't really pull a stunt like that, even if 95% of the invitees didn't live within a three-mile radius of my parents' house. I'm just saying, it suddenly doesn't seem like such an unreasonable course of action.
So help me, I'm not turning into my mother after all. I'm not even turning into her crazy aunt. I'm turning into my brother's mother-in-law. If I ever start dying my hair the same color as my face and wearing unflattering pastels, please alert me.
posted by sib at 3:34 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home