It’s Not My Party, But I’ll Cry Anyway

            If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have had more than five birthday parties throughout childhood. That’s about how many it takes before the responsibility starts to outweigh the honor.  Now don’t get me wrong, the first couple times were great—the birthday boy’s only duty was to celebrate good times--and leave the rest to Mom.  But that’s before I learned how to talk.  And write.  All of a sudden I was turning six, and realizing that my annual celebration of life had become a burden.  The decisions to make were now many (the theme?  invitees? goodie bag contents? the thank-you notes—wearying; and the trick candles?)  No longer surprising. 

            Having abstained from birthday hosting for the past decade, I was noticeably ambivalent when Mrs. Boss asked me to assist in planning DailyMe’s Launch party.    She offered to share some of the responsibilities once she saw the look on my face, but it didn’t really matter.  Because it was me who placed the first phone calls to the venue, the caterer, the cupcake store, cameraman, and virtually everyone else involved.  If you have ever planned a party before, you know how this works: the guy who places the initial call to a party service becomes the “contact,” and it’s very difficult to transfer the role. 

            Now a couple weeks into the planning, the event is almost there.  Not that  the process hasn’t been without its headaches. To name one, the cupcake people!  I don’t know about you, but I would have thought cupcake-makers formed a humble industry.  But I guess that doesn’t hold for stores that deem themselves “cupcake designers;” they can be downright arrogant.  Needless to say, I expect their product to be delicious. 

            Other than that, the party is coming along nicely, and I don’t really have any more complaints.  Well, besides the fact that I wasn’t invited.  Ironic, I know.  I was so angry when I found out that I cursed the person who made the guest list…until I remembered that it was me.  Turns out I would have been invited, only the venue is a club on South Beach that does not allow guests under 21 years of age.  Very sad turn of events. 

I don’t want to be a complete party pooper though; this party is going to be awesome.  It’s on Saturday, August 2^nd at 7:00 p.m.  Fun guaranteed.  Plus, you never know who’s going to hide inside the DailyMe cake to sneak past the bouncers…

Happy 4^th of July everyone – Be safe!

Peace, Love, and Personalized Media,

-         John the Intern

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