...and the party planning begins

My 30th birthday party is in 2 days and I just sent out the friggin’ invite. Lazy me. I’m, of course, having my pre party what-if-they-don’t-come jitters and last night was thinking that perhaps I would just cancel. Fortunately it’s not just me or I really may have. It’s bad enough the little sis is mad at me cause she’s away and Big Red has pretty said change the date or else…

I don't even know what I'm serving or my budget. last year i didn't want anyone to pay for drinks but this year I want people to come with beverages!

So today I rented chairs and tables (since the mini-loft space is completely empty), sent out an invite and started the count down. The worst thing will be if no one comes, I guess. Or if the sound system breaks down, that could be pretty bad also. I have to warn the neighbors today so there is no uprising from them. I think the neighborly uprising was why the last joint houseparty was shut down by the cops. But that was Washington Heights and THIS is Chelsea and Chelsea-folk know how to party!!! Holla!

What the hell am I wearing? Do I want to do comfy dance-all night or sexy, it’s-my birthday. I’d love to rock the new red heels…

Should I invite the new co-workers? What if they don’t show up? What if they do and it’s wack? Decisions, decisions… turning older is hard!