“I’m never drinking again” usually follows this statement, but this year was different much to the surprise of my beloved. You see, he’s now been around for a few events that I’ve put together, and they usually take a lot of energy and anxiety, climaxing in a great night. This is usually followed by what many would consider a rather messy house…and that’s without mentioning that cleaning up with a hangover is no better in my late 30’s than it was when I was just a young thing!
But this year was different. This year the theme was the 90’s, an era in which both Lindsay and I experienced out youth. It had been our time to experiment with bad fashion, alcohol and to push the boundaries of our age. And because it was the 90’s, we decided to reminisce by throwing the party in the garage.
Much to Lindsay chagrin I once again hired a mirror ball. An eager friend offered to put together a ‘best of the 90’s’ play list. And in the final week we could be found madly dashing about picking up quality plastic cups (Id usually hire good glasses but not for this bash), costumes and purchasing the tipples of our youth – Southern Comfort, Double Brown beer and medium white wine in a box, aka ‘vin du cardboard’.
Lindsay had decided that we needed to go as a famous couple of the 90’s and in the end we settled on Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. Okay, so not in the best taste, but it sure had people in fits of laughter. One group of male friends decided to join us as the Golden Girls and of course that caused a bit of an uproar on the dance/garage floor. We were also graced with the presence of characters such as Britney Spears, Peter Pan and Wendy, and those who had dug deep into their wardrobe to find a delightful display of 90’s regalia. A giant sized penguin that apparently wasn’t Pengu also joined us. He’d been drinking at the cricket all day so it seemed a sensible choice.
The night went off with a bang. The weather was perfect, the music rocked and the array of tacky nibbles that everyone had bought along did its best to line the tummies of those over indulgers.
The night came to an end without to many issues and only one neighbour asking us old timers to turn the music down (Hint: always invite the neighbours). With friends staying over, the clean up in the morning was easy and no sticky floors to contend with, just a sweep out of the garage. And it turns out that drinking all those cheap sweet tacky tipples has less of an effect than it did in my youth. When all was done, and we sat down to a cup of coffee and a big breakfast at a local café I could say ”Yeah, maybe we will do it again”!
