Okay, I have had three major birthday parties, and they have all been so bloody smeggy that it's depressing. Mostly because in trying to be the perfect hostess, I never did anything I wanted to. So I decided to have a Bowie-themed party for my 18th (and grandest) party. And if I only invited Bowie fans, then everyone would have a bash.

Well, to skip a few months, the planning is all finished, it's advertised over the internet, and I'm trying to wrangle even an approximate budget out of my parents. They decide then (five weeks before the planned party date) to tell me that my dad's job is temporary and he may not be employed after April 15th (a magical date here in the US). So there may not be any party at all for my 18th, let alone the bash I had (secretly) planned for every Bowie fan willing to make the trip.

This being not the first of several trials I have been put through with this party, I am feeling a little discouraged. But I have most of a killer outfit, and a lot of stubbornness (it's a Taurus thing), and a very large CD collection and library that can (and will) be sold if necessary. There are almost fifty people counting on me. This party is going to happen. I am also going to Gisbourne, sod it, even if I have to sell my soul to Hanson...

Sorrow...
My dad did lose his job, and I did almost sell my CD collection, until I realized that I wanted this party done right the first time. I didn't want to have a half-arsed attempt just because it was my 18th birthday, and then put it on for real later. Which is what would have happened, even with selling and begging and borrowing and stealing. So I have resigned myself to the fact that I am not going to be able to have this party, and I am not going to be able to go to Gisbourne, and life will, I suppose, go on anyway. My parents did feel immensely guilty, so they should let me do anything else I want for my birthday, but it just won't be the same...
On a lighter note, a friend of mine is now obviously planning a Bowie-related surprise for me for my birthday. He has informed my that I must come to school on my birthday, and must not come the Saturday before (to an AFJROTC event that will take place at the school). And he has asked me other leading questions, such as the most recent Bowie album I don't have; which Bowie movies I haven't, and want to, see; and he has insisted I give him a "wierd, colour picture of Bowie with the funny yellow hair" (aka Ziggy, I figured out, not the Serious Moonlight Bowie). This mixed with ice-cream and bakery questions, and he thinks it's still necessary that I not know what it's for, and that he freak out whenever I am within five feet of his paper with notes? Poor baby...he is so paranoid. But it's the thought that counts, right? So I'll let you all know what happens.

Round and Round...
Okay, meine Vater got another job. And I can have a party. If only it wasn't so late, and someone hadn't already reserved the clubhouse. But I'm tired of the Muses toying with me, so I'm going to have this party during the summer. Just as I originally planned, except pushed back a month or two. Hopefully this will be the last time I have to drop everything and start over. My head is swimming, and my stomach is a little queasy from the ups and downs.
Well, June 12th or July 17th (most likely the latter) it is. This party is having more trouble getting started than David ever did. I found the outfit, though! I have been looking everywhere, and haven't been able to find anything that satisfied me. I had gotten the shoes first, but there was no glam outfit that worked with them. Then, the other day, I went to a movie preview in the rich part of town, instead of the bohemian part I usually go to. Having gotten there an hour early (even for a free preview), we decided to window shop and ended up in a women's second-hand shop with business suits in the window and similar clothing inside. After a few fun experiments my grandmother pointed out a jacket wedged in with the sorts of pant-suits one sees on the bride's aunt at the wedding. I balked at coming over there, but the colour caught my eye. Glittery, quilted, pants with a slit at the ankle. And it had frog closures and a mandarin collar, which gave it the Japanese look I wanted. Material, design, colour, everything was perfect. But it would never fit me, right? That was too much!

It fit like a dream. It looked like it walked right out of Ziggy's closet. And it was about $20.00 less than my grandparents were willing to spend for my birthday. So I walked home with a bit of Ziggy in my lap. I thought I would never find it, and here it was.

That obstacle aside, I'm now trying to make sure at least some of the people that actually come to this thing are Bowie fans, instead of possible converts from school. But everyone seems to be dropping out on me. Apparently no one interesting lives in one of Bowie's favourite performance cities. Which is bloody annoying. And the set list is giving me problems. Along with trying to organize a date acceptable to the clubhouse, DJ, and the schedules of everyone coming. Is organizing a party usually this hard?