It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

[You would cry to if it happened to you.]
I was talking to Mum and she said the smallest turnout for a birthday party was one - when my middle sister had an attendance of 1 at her 13th birthday party.
While my turnout wasn't that bad, it was a pretty dissapointing 25% of the people I had asked and only half of the people who had guaranteed to be there.
I (and Mum) spent at least $200 getting this do on and in the end a turn out of 6 people - I could've bought a bucket of chicken and that would've fed 6 people (well maybe not Dad - he's allergic to chicken)!
But oh well, other than the small attendance (although Russell Crowe was asking me about my marketing ideas to boost South Sydney's attendances) and the fact that my middle sister was riding the crimson wave, it went alright. We played cricket and I cooked a shit load of meat - which I was still cooking the next day.
I was really really dissapointed and I told Anne-Marie and I will tell you readers that I am tempted not to plan another birthday party again. While not a total waste of time, I did plan too much for such a small turnout.
Should I bother to plan another party? You tell me!
Labels: birthday party, life





