Here’s what my 21st speech sounded like,
“Mumble, well Laura (my twin), you always forget everyone elses birthday so here’s something for you *hands across giant I O U poster* , I don’t have your present yet, mumble mumble, mumble, Thanks all for coming and everyone who helped, you did a good job *looks at parents* mumble, mumble, okay, that’s enough I’m going to finish now”
Utterly thrilling. Perhaps I should’ve planned something…
I am however very impressed with the creativity of the majority of my guests.
By way of context, I did have my 21st party last night and it went exceptionally well, aside from working out that I’d forgotten to invite someone whom I’d meant to and it got back to her and I had to call her up to apologise.
The creativity of my guests was beautiful. I think they’ve finally worked out what appeases the finicky nature of one slightly untypical girl… it’s taken 21 odd years.
There were those who gave me art magazines instead of candles, Copic markers, a Kathmandu jacket (I was pretty desperate for a new jumper of some kind and didn’t think I’d mentioned it to anyone), books, many more fun things and a group present of a voucher for an Ipod instead of an actual Ipod! On that, let me talk about gift vouchers.
People really do underestimate the power of the gift voucher. I don’t get the whole, ‘It’s nicer to have something on hand’. Sure whatever, but only if it guarantees a positive response. Gift vouchers not only provide the present, but give the option of choice to the recipient and of complete satisfaction. It’s just smart!
That saying, I still think those who thought outside the box and gave me something that was very ‘me’ did best.
To stop sounding like a selfish, consumeristic moron, I’ll just say that I had a very nice time even if my introversion was pushed to confusion in trying to get around to talk to everyone. We had about 60 or so people show. Dad embarrassed us with a video/photo thing. Our veranda was covered in fairy lights and candles. There was a fire pit out the back, endless desserts and lots of laughing and other such ‘happy’ chatter (I nearly said ‘noises’ but that sounds a bit wrong).
At one stage during the evening someone told me to really stop and take it in. I didn’t. I should have.
Due to not having helped set up (work), I spent this morning cleaning up and this afternoon doing homework. Tonight I shall return to eat leftovers.
Now I can breathe and life can return to normal. At least for a little bit.