Wednesday, November 19, 2008

In Which I Run And Hide

After a couple days of guest posting and a couple of filler posts, I'm back today with something of substance... Enjoy!

It was just a couple of days after moving into our new apartment when The Boss came home from work with the news: She was throwing a housewarming party in two weeks. After I reaffixed my jaw from it’s descent to the floor, I pointed wordlessly at the stacks of boxes and storage bins and the mountains of plastic bags laying haphazardly in various corners.

“Two weeks?” I asked, incredulous. “Do you have any idea how much work is going to be involved in getting this place ready for company in just two weeks?”

“I do,” she said. “I think we can do it. Besides, I’ve already invited everyone at work.”

I sighed heavily, and with a large amount of disbelief. “Alright, if you think so.”

Sensing my doubt in the success of this mission, she continued. “I have the day off the Saturday before it, so even if we don’t get much done before then, I’ll have all day Saturday to work on it.”
“Okay, if you really want to do this,” I said.

“I really do,” she said.

Fast-forward to this past weekend.

The two weeks in-between the announcement of the party and the weekend of had been very busy, with my parent’s wedding anniversary party and my younger sister’s surprise wedding the weekend before. We had only spent one day working to unpack, clean and organize the apartment, but there was still a large amount of work to be done. On top of that, I learned that before the housewarming party, The Boss was hosting a jewelry party (a la Tupperware-style), giving even less time to get things in shape. I come home from work Saturday evening, the day that The Boss had off to finish getting the place ready, and…

The apartment was exactly the same as it was when I left for work earlier in the morning.

Apparently, she got lonely and a little nervous being home alone all day, and had spent most of the day at a local craft store owned by a friend of hers. I can definitely understand being lonely, being that we live pretty far out in the country now. However, with not one but two parties to host the next day? Forgo a little bit of loneliness and just get the shit done, already.

We stayed up until well past midnight making salsa, sweet-and-sour meatballs, and a special fruit punch. We were up early the next morning, setting up tables and chairs, putting out the plates and napkins, making sure that the catbox was clean… Oh, and not to mention that I had to move and re-stack about a dozen storage bins, take a truck-bed full of trash to the dump, go to the grocery store for a couple of last minute items, and find suitable places along our road and driveway to place signs so people would know how to find the place.

After all of my (ahem, our) hard work, everything looked nice and some of The Boss’ lady-friends were just starting to show up for the jewelry party.

“Oh, okay, they’re here. Now go upstairs until they leave.”

Not wanting to be part of the estrogen-fest that was soon to start, I willingly retreated upstairs with a plate of snacks and a drink. After all, I may be an idiot for not making her take her share of the work in getting this weekend off the ground, but I’m not stupid.

8 Comments:

splodge said...

You're the best! We call them 'house-wrecking' parties.

Hope it went well.

tony said...

I came to your blog through a friend - well, I went to another blog that belonged to someone I don't know from a friend and then came to yours so I guess it's kind of like two degress of Badass Geek or something like that. Dude, I thought this post was really good. I can totally relate to that story. You don't even know how many times we've spent late at night getting ready for a party the next day - but it always turns out well (knock on wood). Keep up the good work man - it's a great blog

Employee No. 3699 said...

I admit that when it comes to parties, etc. my husband does more cleaning than I do. But in my defense, I'm usually the one who's on her feet cooking for hours.

I hope your Soirée was a success.

P.S. I love your new BlogFather theme!

Badass Geek said...

Splodge: It did go well, despite the fact that I was banished upstairs for half the day.

Tony: Hey, man, thanks for the props. I'm glad you made it here by way of a few steps, and I hope you come back soon.

Employee No 3699: I guess those are the typical "roles" when preparing for a party. I was only (slightly) complaining because The Boss didn't really follow through with what she said she'd do. Also, glad you like the new theme! I put it up a couple weeks ago, and I really like it.

Moonspun said...

Did the Boss have fun at her jewelrey estrogen-fest? Because really, that's most important... :-)

Lola said...

Parties are SO much work, and I do it all. My husband will do the grocery shopping, buy the booze, answer the door and show guests where the necessities are, but that's it.

When the house isn't ready, I've been known to carry bins out to the garage and hide them in the vehicles. Oh, and don't ever open a closet door during a party 'round here!

Sounds like you pulled it off, man! At least it forced you to get the work done. Now, you can relax...

Aunt Becky said...

I might hump someone's leg for a sweet and sour meatball.

Badass Geek said...

Moonspun: The Boss did have fun, which IS the most important thing.

Lola: Yeah, it forced me to get the work done, so I could not enjoy it while being banished upstairs!

Aunt Becky: Come up to Maine sometime, and I'll make you some sweet and sour meatballs... sans leg humping.

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