So, in all my bile over how much cultural and commerical suckage girls have to put up with, I forgot to mention one really truly excellent thing in the pink box: party planning. Do you have any idea how much fun three women can come up with given a kitchen, confetti, and a bottle of gin? If I ever got married (don’t hold your breath), my aunt would make her famous pound cake in three layers, my mom would compile a Beach Boys and Elvis flavored playlist and bully the jug band into showing up in our backyard, and my sister would make me a dress and hang tinfoil stars everywere. I’d be set.
Which brings me to the crux of the matter: one of the three infamous Cities of Wrath has decided to go all semi-respectable on us. That’s right, folks. One of us has a sparkler on her left hand and a man on her right. She’s gotten herself betrothed, engaged, and generally affianced up. I’m not telling you who it is, because we need to preserve some feminine mystique and mystery–it could be me for all you know. Ha. Ha. But either way, this definitely calls for some celebratory music:
Anyway, now that that’s out of the way, the babes must needs get to work planning an engagement party. Most of the parties we attend together are heavy on the New York intellectual side–high on alcohol, cool people, cigarettes and discussions of city planning and etymology, decidely low on party favors, streamers, bright colors, and the kind of charm that comes in a mason jar. But we’ve been biding our time, and we’re going to throw an extravaganza to make Pinterest weep. Now is the time for all good women to come to the aid of your party–do you have ideas, recipes, DIY, drinks, funny stories about that time you thought making a life sized swan out of marshmallows for your little sister’s Tchaikovsky themed birthday party was a good idea?
This is a twee-safe zone. In fact, a twee-positive zone. Bring on the twee–we can’t get enough of it.