Ain't No Party like an Open House Party!

At least I think that's how that phrase goes...

Anyway, we are having a party to show off our new digs. We've sent out a blanket facebook invitation to pretty much everyone we know because I secretly need validation for my new house/life/whatever and need to throw the best house party Crosby has seen this year. T, on the other hand, isn't as thrilled about a HUGE party that involves copious amounts of alcohol. He'd be perfectly fine if no one ever saw our house.

So far about 30ish people have given me a firm "hell yeah I'll be there" but I have major party anxiety and expect three people to show up (which so won't happen, as three of my friends and their husbands are staying with us the entire weekend, making the automatic guest count at least six). As you can see this anxiety has no logical basis, but I feel like I'm a notorious lame party thrower...let me take you back to 1998...

I was a freshman in high school. I was friends with a large group of people from my church youth group. I thought I was well liked and that everyone would love to come to my uncle's annual crawfish boil (Note: I base all epic parties on his crawfish boils...he and his friends threw kick ass parties and I have always dreamed of having the same kind of awesome events as an adult). I invited everyone to come, and everyone said they'd love to be there. Everyone lied. Only two people came and I was so embarrassed and didn't understand why they didn't like me enough to show up or at least give me an excuse. I've pretty much harbored that 14 year old mentality when it comes to planning social events ever since.

So here I am some 13 years later (holy crap) and I continuously check the facebook event page hoping to see the attending number increase, proving that people like me. Can you say LAME? I mean, I logically know that this anxiety is stupid. I know it will be fun whoever comes and we will have a great night drinking, playing some games and just hanging out.

But the 14 year old inside of me will continue to nag me for the rest of my life and frankly if that 14 year old isn't appeased then I'll probably just die.

Yeah, that's overdramatic but damn it some of you expect some drama from a blog that's named after the mother of all drama-fueled reality shows. Here's hoping some awesome college-esque drama goes down at my party so I have something to post about after. I just kinda hope that the drama doesn't revolve around me and my penchant for dancing when I drink too much.