Party.

Party.
Current mood: tired

Today was my 29th birthday party. I do these every year. I always have. We always have a fantastic time. I mostly did them throughout my adulthood for my Gran - she always enjoyed getting everyone together at the park. Last year, after she had passed in late '06, I debated doing it anymore. But I knew she'd want us to keep up the laughter. And I knew she was with us.

Today, while getting ready, I showed Poppy some old birthday parties I have on video tape. My 16th and 18th birthdays.

While watching the 16th birthday party video, I remembered why I looked so disappointed and depressed. I had invited over 100 of my friends to attend. My mom ordered a huge cake from Sam's. Everything was set. And only 8 friends showed up. Now, granted, we had a blast regardless. But I had to fast forward through the part where Frank, not knowing what he was video-taping, caught two of my friends who had RSVP'ed playing on a boat in the lake.

It's been over a decade now and that still stings.

I always try to invite people who's company I enjoy. Who I know will have a good time. Now, shit happens - I never complain if someone can't make it - it's cool.

Today, I invited 20 myspace friends (not including family) and three came. Hey, as I said, that's cool.

I invited the most people I could to meet my dad. He's in my life now and I want my friends to meet him. You'll never know how different it is to say "this is my dad."

I do wish more people could have attended, been part of the water-gun fight, ate hot dogs and laughed at the fact that Riley lost her cake three times (first time, she dropped it; second time, my uncle ate it out of her hand and third time, Hunter ran into her and she dropped it again).

I really had a fabulous time. Those who couldn't make it, I understand. But the pictures will be up soon, hope you enjoy.