I. Things for the party began to fall apart a few days before Friday. It was small things at first.
Zen-Den got food poisoning, a rarity, and took to bed for 32 hours. He felt horrible, but eventually rallied. His illness was unexpected, but no reason to cancel a party.
[Poor guy.]
Then I had ridiculous problems placing the “customizable” deli sandwich tray order. We had received a brochure in the mail that told us what was available and at what price. Well, when I went in to place the order, turned out that for the deli, the word “customizable” meant me choosing between turkey or chicken salad on rolls of the deli’s choosing.
[Say what?]
And then at the bakery the man told me that I couldn’t have the Santa Claus face, made of cupcakes, that had been such a hit at last year’s party. He told me that the woman who decorated them no longer worked there, so wouldn’t I like a boring red + white candy cane cupcake cake instead?
[Hell no!]
II. So on Thursday morning before the party, having survived the aforementioned small debacles, I thought we were in great shape. House decorated. Bathrooms cleaned. Food ordered &/or purchased. Pretty paper plates + napkins. Booze aplenty. Wine glasses washed and ready to go. Coolers for the beer and soda on the porch. Gifts wrapped. Outside decorated. Guest bedrooms ready for our overnight guests.
I was ready for 54 friends and acquaintances. Let the party begin.
III. What happened after Thursday morning is blurry.
First, early in the afternoon some out-of-state guests started calling because the airlines had cancelled their flights due to bad weather heading our way; these guests wouldn’t be coming to the party.
However, other out-of-state guests’ flights made it here Thursday afternoon/evening– and, as planned, those guests came to stay with us here at the house.
Then, guests who were in-state, but driving long distances, began to phone to cancel because of the bad weather that was heading our way on Friday.
While I knew that we’d miss those faraway guests, that reason alone wasn’t enough to cancel the party for all the local people. They could still get through, right?
IV. Well, I couldn’t have been more wrong. Friday morning we awakened to streets covered in sheets of ice and a winter snow storm headed our way. The entire region had closed down, anticipating what turned out to be, by mid-afternoon, a Level 2 Snow Emergency with record amounts of snowfall.
How much snow, you ask? A mere 6.5″! Yep, that’s enough to stop everything around here.
So Zen-Den & I did the only thing that we could, we cancelled the party. And spent the day with our house guests– goofing off. Then at 6:00 p.m. we had THE PARTY with them and two of our guests who happened to be neighbors who were able to walk over to the house.
Where, I have to say, considering how much we six adults ate and drank, a good time was had by all! 😉




