Because forget Y.M.C.A.
There’s nothing but pure c.r.a.p. from the year I got bat mitzvahed.
Go ahead – tell me – what should we tell the DJ (my bro-in-law) to play? The one song I said shall not be played: Sexy Back or whatever it is. I’m sure I’ll nix others too.
Quick hits on preparations, 129 hours before The Event:
-bought out all the pansies Lowe’s owned – still need more (see? there are not enough pansies in this world, forget about testosterone)
-completed purchases of all outfits for daughter
-bought books for the centerpieces which will be donated (people in the store thought that was so cool that they gave me an additional 10% off)
-met with one of two caterers and felt wholly inadequate because I could not care LESS about the colors of linens (where IS that gene??)
-did seat assignments for Sat. night dinner/dance/party (people are being assigned by author name, like Bill Watterson, Daniel Pinkwater and Dr. Seuss)
-spoke to bro-in-law DJ about music and scheduling
I’m probably missing something but my better half did tons of things too like install window boxes, spraypaint seat cushions, make meals, do laundry. Oh – and our A+ babysitter stuffed all the out of towner guest bags last night. Sweet, huh!?
Ain’t no stopping us now.
What a scary thought.