I’ve never had a birthday party. Oh, maybe when I was a child with my mom and stepfather, siblings and grandparents, we’d have cake and ice cream and I’d open presents.
But I’ve never had a traditional birthday party where friends were invited.
I’ve been thinking I’d like to have a party for myself when I turn the BIG FIVE-OH. Yep, it’s not too many years from now, and if I’m going to have a party, I should probably sock away a little bit of money to do so.
Mr. A thinks I’m totally nuts. He would not want a birthday party for himself, and he’s very much a loner so he wouldn’t really have any friends to invite. He can’t fathom me wanting to have a birthday party. To celebrate my 50th birthday? Nuts!
I guess I got the idea when a friend last year threw a surprise birthday party for her husband when he turned 40. His family attended, his mom and stepfather, dad and stepmother, siblings, wife, children, his coworkers and his boss were in on it, our church family attended and friends throughout his life were invited. I even got to meet a really neat lady and her family who had met the guy twenty years earlier when they worked together. There were a lot of people in attendance, I thought it was great fun.
It cost $400 for the food for our wedding and 100 people were invited. I don’t know if I’d want to invite that many people. I have no idea what it would cost, would I need to cater in food? Order pizza? I don’t know!
I guess another reason I think about having a birthday party for myself is I loved my wedding, I loved having all my friends and family there with me to celebrate. I still feel sad that it was over so quickly. Apparently a church uses the building the next day, so my employer insisted that we had to have the entire place cleaned and back to its normal state by 4pm. And the wedding started promptly at 2pm!! It’s not like we had booze so probably people wouldn’t have wanted to stay forever partying. But it was just so rushed. Everything had to be in a big hurry, and I tried to go from table to table and visit, but ran out of time. I was like Cinderella at the ball.
Now Mr. A on the other hand, dearly loves my employer and appreciates that she kept everything moving along. He thinks he nearly died from the entire experience.
That’s the other sad part for me. Mr. A would attend my birthday party, but he probably wouldn’t enjoy it very much. He would probably have a horrible time.
I would probably need to have it indoors, as my birthday comes in late May, when it is just too hot already in Arizona to be comfortable.
But wait, I just thought of something… I have a friend who has a little western town that she rents out for birthday parties – she would almost certainly let me use the place for no cost, or for a low fee. Maybe we could have it there, late afternoon and evening, and we could have a campfire. But again, it might be too hot already.
So what do you think about birthday parties for adults? What about the BIG FIVE-OH? I certainly don’t feel anywhere near fifty!