Okay, so let me just BREATHE for a second, because chile, the journey to get here? Honey, it was a JOURNEY.
The Nightmare Before The Slay
So, picture this: I somehow got roped into organizing this little community get-together. “Little,” they said. “Fun,” they said. What they didn’t say was that it was gonna be me, myself, and I against a tidal wave of chaos, last-minute demands, and people who thought “RSVP” was a suggestion, not a requirement. My practice, my werk, was basically trying to herd cats while juggling flaming torches. On a unicycle. You get it.
First, I had to find a venue. Sounds simple, right? WRONG. Everything was either booked, too expensive, or looked like it hadn’t been cleaned since the dawn of time. I spent days, actual DAYS, calling places, visiting spots, trying to sweet-talk managers. My phone bill? Let’s not even go there.
Then, the guest list. Oh, the guest list. It started small, then it ballooned. Then people started adding plus-ones like they were free samples. I was constantly updating spreadsheets, sending out reminders, and dealing with the “Oh, I forgot to tell you, my cousin’s dog-walker’s sister is also coming” messages. Seriously.
Putting In The WERK, Hunty!
The actual “werk” part was a blur. I designed the invites myself because, hello, budget. I spent hours trying to make them look cute on some free software, nearly threw my laptop out the window a few times. Then, decorations! I scoured every discount store in a five-mile radius. I was covered in glitter and glue for a solid week. My living room looked like a craft store exploded.
And the food! Don’t even get me started on the food. Trying to cater to allergies, preferences, and the “I only eat beige food” crowd? It took some serious negotiating and a lot of deep breaths. I had to coordinate deliveries, make sure there was enough for everyone, and pray nothing got dropped or spoiled.
- Dealing with vendors: Some were angels, others… not so much. I learned to be very, very persistent.
- Last-minute changes: The weather forecast changed, a key volunteer bailed, the DJ got the date wrong. Standard. I just kept problem-solving.
- Keeping my cool: Honestly, this was the hardest part. So many moments I just wanted to scream. But I smiled, I nodded, I made it happen.
The “Yas Gawd” Moment
The day of the event, I was running on fumes and pure adrenaline. I was convinced something major was going to go wrong. But then… it started. People started arriving, they were laughing, music was playing, food was being eaten. And for a moment, I just stood back and watched. And everything, all the stress, all the late nights, all the glitter I’m still finding in weird places, it just… clicked. It was working. It was actually FUN. That, my friends, was the “yas gawd” moment. I did THAT.
And Now For The Tea…
So, what’s the tea, you ask? Well, let me tell you. First, never underestimate the power of a well-organized spreadsheet. It saved my life. Second, people will ALWAYS be the most unpredictable part of any plan. Just roll with it. Third, and this is the good stuff, the person who complained the LOUDEST beforehand? Yeah, they had the best time and even asked when the next one was. The nerve! But also, kinda hilarious.
And honestly, the biggest tea is that even when you think you’re going to absolutely fail, sometimes, if you just keep pushing and putting in that WERK, you can pull off something pretty amazing. It nearly broke me, but honey, we BUILT that. And it was, against all odds, a success. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a nap that lasts for a week.
