I never would have thought I could be quite this obsessive. But let’s back up a second. Next Wednesday, August 5th, will be our 25th wedding anniversary. I decided that the way I want to celebrate this is by having a party. I want to be with all my family & friends, eating good food and just having fun.
The party is this coming Saturday. It’s in this local catering hall that’s owned by a really good Italian restaurant. Nothing over the top. The only reason we went with this place rather than just a restaurant is I wanted to be able to invite a lot of people and you’re just not going to cram 50 people into my favorite restaurant.
Anyhow, because it’s not in a restaurant and in a catering hall instead, we get to do the whole table seating thing. I could have skipped it except that there are some people who just need to sit together. Then there are people who don’t know anyone so I have to make sure they’re with people who I know are friendly. Thus, we did decide to go with the whole seating arrangements thing.
This is where the obsessing has come in. Not with my friends but with my family. I keep wondering – will my 2 young cousins be annoyed that they are with their parents & not at the table with the older cousins? Will my aunt & uncle be insulted if I put them at a table a bit further down from mine? Is table position important, like it is at a wedding?
Who would think I could make something simple like this seem so complicated?
Did I mention that I keep having nightmares that the DJ doesn’t show up, that everyone is bored, that half the people don’t show up?
Superhubby and I will be married 24 years on the 17th. I’m not making any plans. Superhubbies little old woman are calling all the time, I’m sure an anniversary won’t stop them.
Now you know why people elope.
My aunt ran into this with her middle son’s rehearsal dinner. We have a lot of extended family, so my aunt tried to put some of us with older family members who likely wouldn’t know many of the other people there. My aunt put Army and me with my grandmother’s (who had already passed away) brother. It was the BEST move ever. I laughed almost the entire night. My great uncle, who was a very devout Catholic, made me cry with laughter when yet another looonnnggg toast was made by some drunken 20something frat boy. My GU said, “Oh dear God, will it ever stop? Make it end. Please!” My GU was about 90 at the time, and his hearing was failing, so he said it rather loudly. Honestly, it’s not the table I would have chosen upon arrival had I been able to choose, but now I’m so glad that’s where I sat. Fifteen minutes into the night and I knew it was the perfect seat!
Oh, and the dream…just to make sure you had it right: I’m about 5’7″ or 5’8″ and I weigh 125 lbs. Got that?
And, um, do you know Linus’s real name?
My sister told me, “This is NOT a wedding so get over it. If people don’t like where they’re sitting, they’ll get over it.”
Personally, I plan on table hopping myself the whole night.
That’s the spirit! In fact, at every anniversary party I’ve been to, everyone is table-hopping, and laughing, talking, eating and drinking and generally having fun. It’s gonna be great!