My Super Sweet 16 (squared, and then minus 2)
Last night, over happy hour french fries and Cosmos, a co-worker asked me if I would be having a party for my 30th birthday. Actually, she said, “So you’re having a big, fancy party, right?!”
I’ve dropped a couple of hints (read: begged more than one bartender) at the Tin Hat requesting that they have Fucked Jukebox 8 on my birthday. It’s perfect: my birthday is on a Thursday (their usual FJ night), I’m already planning on taking the Friday after off, and 8 is my lucky number. How cool would that be?!
But now that I’m thinking about it, I had my birthday party at the Hat last year, along with Joe, with whom I have the good fortune of sharing a birthday. And this is my 30th freakin’ birthday. So now I’m thinking I want something big and girly and special.
I want to wear a pink party dress and a tiara to the Spanish Ballroom at the Fairmont and have 200 of my closest friends there sipping champagne. And I want them to cheer for me when I enter. I want some great band to serenade me. And I want to be the prettiest girl in the room. What I want, I’ve realized, is a Super Sweet 16. Now I need to enlist the help of someone (Mom, maybe?) to throw me this little shindig.
I don’t know how realistic it is to try to plan a party like that two months before the big day, especially because it is right after the Holiday season. So I’ve decided I can be flexible on some things. I don’t need it to be at the Fairmont, I guess. And I don’t even know what band I’ll like, and therefore want to be serenaded by, then. So we can cancel that if we need to. But hear this, I will be wearing a pretty pink party dress (something Betsy Johnson-ish) for the celebration. Even if it’s at the Tin Hat.
UPDATE: Because math has never been my strong suit, it took me all day to realize that if you square 16 and then subtract 2, you get 254, which I will not be turning in January. What I meant to say was 16 DOUBLED, and then minus 2.
November 9th, 2005 at 1:20 pm
Okay but my husband says I have to take it out of the wedding fund. Maybe we could have a party at the Ranch House like we used to when you were six. I’ll see what I can do. I think the Fairmont is out of the question unless you have connections there. How bout a tea party at the Bradley House sometime around your birthday. We could all wear our best finery and as far as I’m concerned you are always the prettiest girl in the room.