4th of July
Now you may not believe this... but I actually have friends, and today was proof!
What started out as a small informal gathering of people to hang out on the 4th of July and go see fireworks turned into 12 people... which, on Monday night, became 17. And then yesterday became 20. And today became 22. Then it became 20 because two never made it! Oops!
I realize that having 20 people at your house does not seem like a lot. But imagine it rains, and all those people crowd into your living room and kitchen. Thank goodness my parents are kind and generous people!
This party was a bit strange for a few reasons.... one, there were people here I had never met before (a former Dreamer and a cute boy from Ireland)... two, the age range spanned 15 years (18 to 33).... three, there was beer (odd if you know me)... four, it was people from all different areas of my life (PSU, Project, Dtown, friends of friends, Penns).... five, I made hamburgers (I have never made hamburgers before in my life)... and, finally, six, this was like... MY party. My own party that I put together and organized and cleaned for (the pool, the bathroom, the basement, the living room, ugh I am suddenly my mother) and cleaned up after (still have beer... anyone want to take some?!)
Naturally there is no photographic evidence of this event, but my aching feet and tired eyes are testament to the fact that I had an honest-to-goodness party.
And it was even fun!
Granted, most of the people I know are not "partiers" in that sense of the word... when it rained, we just sort of sat inside and talked... later we played Taboo and Apples to Apples while some people went to see Transformers.
J was a huge humongous help and I could not have done it without him. He even cut the onions. What a sweetheart!
Anyway, everyone just left at 11:30, after getting here around 3. I have been up since 10 running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get things ready and to talk to people and be social and clean up as I go and things like that. It feels so incredibly good to sit right now and write this entry.
We did NOT go to see the fireworks, although they did apparently happen. We were in the middle of Taboo and it was raining and everyone was kinda eh about it, so we skipped. I did not mind too much, though it would have been nice to celebrate "our holiday". :) (And by that I mean me and J's not like America's. When have I ever been that patriotic?!)
So now it is 12:05 and I am sitting in the living room with the deck door open and the fan on high... reveling in the peace and quiet and enjoying the cool breeze and soft lighting. Ahhh....
I hope everyone had a good time!
Also, I should mention that J is an uncle for the third time. His sister G and his brother in law C welcomed little Theodore into the world yesterday (the third) at 1:36. Happy birthday!
(pudding pops)
What started out as a small informal gathering of people to hang out on the 4th of July and go see fireworks turned into 12 people... which, on Monday night, became 17. And then yesterday became 20. And today became 22. Then it became 20 because two never made it! Oops!
I realize that having 20 people at your house does not seem like a lot. But imagine it rains, and all those people crowd into your living room and kitchen. Thank goodness my parents are kind and generous people!
This party was a bit strange for a few reasons.... one, there were people here I had never met before (a former Dreamer and a cute boy from Ireland)... two, the age range spanned 15 years (18 to 33).... three, there was beer (odd if you know me)... four, it was people from all different areas of my life (PSU, Project, Dtown, friends of friends, Penns).... five, I made hamburgers (I have never made hamburgers before in my life)... and, finally, six, this was like... MY party. My own party that I put together and organized and cleaned for (the pool, the bathroom, the basement, the living room, ugh I am suddenly my mother) and cleaned up after (still have beer... anyone want to take some?!)
Naturally there is no photographic evidence of this event, but my aching feet and tired eyes are testament to the fact that I had an honest-to-goodness party.
And it was even fun!
Granted, most of the people I know are not "partiers" in that sense of the word... when it rained, we just sort of sat inside and talked... later we played Taboo and Apples to Apples while some people went to see Transformers.
J was a huge humongous help and I could not have done it without him. He even cut the onions. What a sweetheart!
Anyway, everyone just left at 11:30, after getting here around 3. I have been up since 10 running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get things ready and to talk to people and be social and clean up as I go and things like that. It feels so incredibly good to sit right now and write this entry.
We did NOT go to see the fireworks, although they did apparently happen. We were in the middle of Taboo and it was raining and everyone was kinda eh about it, so we skipped. I did not mind too much, though it would have been nice to celebrate "our holiday". :) (And by that I mean me and J's not like America's. When have I ever been that patriotic?!)
So now it is 12:05 and I am sitting in the living room with the deck door open and the fan on high... reveling in the peace and quiet and enjoying the cool breeze and soft lighting. Ahhh....
I hope everyone had a good time!
Also, I should mention that J is an uncle for the third time. His sister G and his brother in law C welcomed little Theodore into the world yesterday (the third) at 1:36. Happy birthday!
(pudding pops)
posted by FireWithin at 11:54 PM
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