Divinely Crafty

Tomorrow night is our housewarming party. And I admit it. I am nervous. For those of you who don’t know me well, it is not my usual character to be nervous about a party. Stress out about the weirdest of minute detail, yes, I do that. But get nervous. Never. Not about a party. But here I am… nervous.

The past 48 hours have seen the majority of my waking time making a Party Mix (With Nutz!) playlist for the i-tunes. God I love i-tunes. The art of the mixed tape, only with an edit button. Better than making a mixed cd even. You can edit, add, subtract, and it all comes up in random order, or if you are totally anal (which I am er eh, not?) you can determine the order. If everything else goes horribly tomorrow night, at the very least I know I will be able to nurse a tall cold drink by the warm glow of my i-tunes. Comforting.

But like I said, I am nervous. Every one of the people coming will be someone we met in the past 6 months. Everyone. I have not really been at a party with any of them. Sure, there have been plenty of drunken times at the pub and one time we drank loads of wine in the BD building and sang songs while Pedro played the guitar. (note to self: make Dylan’s guitar handy for late night hootenanny.) But never a party. So I don’t know what they will find fun. I know, I know – beer and other spirits are a safe bet. Snacks and drinks for those not embibing too. But still… I am nervous.

I need to be careful not to be totally shitfaced before everyone shows up. No pre-party partaking. Well, maybe a bit. Well, maybe a bit more than a bit. But not too much. I still want to be standing, preferably not while bent over the toilet while the majority of the guests are still here.

Ugh. Better go tweak the party mix some more. I think it needs more nutz.