I can't sleep. Just got settled at home after my birthday party, which I had been worrying about. I've always wondered what makes a good party after all the party elitism of Berlin, and I really don't know about organising them. Why can't I just sit back and enjoy them? At my wedding, I was stressing the whole time, worrying about whether there was enough food (there wasn't), whether or not the little gingerbread man favours had been put out (they hadn't), etc etc, and only later when people remembered the thing with such fondness did I realise that it was actually a pretty good party.
I was doing the same again tonight, wondering constantly if it was a cool party or not, could I have done it better, was Karaoke the right choice, was there enough food and drink, why didn't people turn up on time, and why did some leave early... I'm still not sure now and I got home a little wound up and I sat and read the cards and... then had nothing but gratitude and joy that I have such people whom I can call friends. This is the time for stock taking, and the thing is, I know some awesome people, and.. you know, I think they might like me back.
I'm not sure about whether I'm a very good party planner (note to self: karaoke is a bold choice!), but I was in a room with some of my favourite people in the whole world. And there will be many good times ahead with them all, milestone or no. Do I need an excuse to spend time with these people? I shouldn't have to have one, I know, but any excuse is a good one.
It's not so profound, but it bears remembering.
breakfast:
milo and congee made with leftover duck and chicken bones.
verdict:
mmm. I really love congee, but something you have to watch is that it might mean you're full for less time and need to eat more sooner. I guess it's all that water.
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