I Survived the Graduation Party!

My daughter’s graduation open house was last night. (In our area of the Tundra, kids who graduate in May tend to spread out their parties all through the summer. This ensures that every weekend there will be somewhere to go and something to celebrate.)

At first, Ms. MiniD did not want to have a graduation party. (I didn’t want to either, just in case she didn’t graduate, but that’s another story.) Later on, she relented.

At first, she didn’t want to help with the planning. “What kind of food do you want?” I would ask.

“NOTHING.”

“You have to have food.”

“NO I DON’T.”

“Sure you do.”

I DON’T CARE.”

Since she declined my offer to input, I came up with a menu of items that I thought would be nice and easy. When you’re my age, it’s all about nice and easy. My son and his girlfriend were supposed to pick up the party trays at our local gourmet market, thus making my involvement minimal.

About three weeks ago, my daughter decided she was going to plan her dessert. She wanted a chocolate fondue fountain. I had already ordered a cake. It was a cake that I chose, because she hadn’t given me specific directions. I was pretty firm. “I’m not buying a fondue fountain,” I said.

“You don’t have to. Matty (her current boy du jour) has one. You just have to buy chocolate.”

OK, so I bought the chocolate, the strawberries, the Rice Krispy treats (I would have made them myself, but this party was all about nice and easy, remember?), the marshmallows and bananas. I cut them up. The fountain was a smashing success, as witnessed by the huge pool of chocolate I found this morning on my kitchen floor.

Last week, she decided she needed a tent. The “old” people would be inside, and her friends would be outside. They needed shelter, since this has been a summer of many rain storms.

It’s hard to get a tent on short notice. I dialed around, and finally found someone who would deliver, set up and take down. It was expensive. My husband, the Thrifty Dude known as Mr. D, had congestive heart failure when he learned of the total cost for tent, tables, chairs, tablecloths and lights. I revived him by putting him in charge of beverages.

This was a huge mistake. I’m the type of person who likes for people to come over. I’m casual about it. I don’t fret over the way my house looks or if my food will be edible. I know my house is okay and my food (should I decide to cook) is always top-notch. A dinner at my house is close to a fine restaurant experience. Mr. D, on the other hand, is a big pre-party worry wart. He has to have crib notes on all the guests’ names. He makes sure the house is spotless. Yesterday morning before work, he was out in the front yard pulling weeds. “The party’s at night. No one is going to see those, and even if they do, they’ll be trampled by daybreak,” I said. He just harrumphed and kept going.

Beverage Boy went off the deep end with his assigned task. Mr. D asked around to various guests as to what they liked to drink. As a result, he bought cases of beer and bottles of wine and tons of hard liquor that we don’t even drink. He also loaded up on pop, Red Bull, water and juice. If I had handled the beverages, I would have bought a few different kinds of drinks and left it at that. If you wanted something else, there’s a liquor store down the street.

Last night, while the party was winding down, he was downing shots of tequila with some of our employees. My Japanese cousin, who had flown here just for the weekend, and I cleaned up the kitchen. The fridge is full of leftovers. We have more beer, pop, wine and hard liquor than we will consume in three years. I know this because three years ago when my son graduated, we had a similar party. I pulled the last of the Michelob Lite (YUCK!) from that party from the hall closet yesterday.

Not much was destroyed. Nothing broken. No kids imbibed alcohol improperly during the course of the festivities.

I would say that the party was a smashing success.

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14 Responses

  1. Um…you know what you can do with all that extra liquor, don’t you? Do I have to draw you a picture?

  2. Yeah…I heard there might be people partying somewhere next weekend…

  3. You’d bring that chocolate fountain, too, if you knew what was good for you.

  4. Applauding and admiring

  5. The chocolate fountain belongs to Matty’s mom, but I think I can load up the back of the Prius with the rest of the stuff.

    See ya next weekend… 🙂

  6. That’s fine. Forget the fountain, and just bring the chocolate. 😉

  7. draw the picture wanda, draw the picture…bring the chocolate and the fountain! 🙂

  8. Why do I get the feeling that ya’ll know each other and there is another party going on somewhere this weekend?

    I love the way you describe the different party-mentalities of you and your hubby. We don’t throw parties at our house (yet) … I would be mortified at the suggestion. Just too much work to do first. I am like your hubby and everything has to be perfect; but like you, I just don’t want to put that much work into it either. So we just GO to other peoples’ parties and swear that one day we’ll throw one. If we had to, we would rent a party hall somewhere. This house needs painted and HA! That won’t happen anytime soon.

    Have fun!

  9. Um… I don’t know anyone, Peg… Honest. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it… 😛

  10. okay, making mental notes here:
    1. Chocolate fondue fountains sound good. very, very good. get one.
    2. Never let a man organise the drinks.
    3. A tent sounds simple, but isn’t.

  11. Truce. Lay a tarp down if you’re using a chocolate fondue fountain. REALLY.

  12. I never knew there was such a thing as a chocolate fondue fountain. I gave a party last year that had quail eggs, though. So neener!

  13. Quail eggs? Tres magnifique!

    As for the chocolate fondue fountain, it’s all the rage around here. I prefer a regular fondue set up, with dark chocolate and Godiva liqueur.

  14. All I can say is- I’m glad you dont care for Michelob Lite, and thanks for bringing to the gathering.
    I did my part to get rid of it for you.

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