Three days until the luncheon. Yes, I know the luncheon itself isn’t until Saturday, but for me (and a few lucky suck—ahem, dearest friends) the luncheon will start bright and early Friday morning as we schlep several hundred books, several thousand bookmarks, seven boxes of assorted goodies like pens and notepads, fifteen gift baskets, twenty-five centerpieces, and the rest of the stuff it takes to make a luncheon a success to downtown Huntsville.
Oh, and my luggage too.
Not to jinx it, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be a fabu event. At least I hope so.
Yeah, I know I piss and moan about it, but planning the luncheon is actually something I enjoy. It’s a very fun event, and folks seem to really have a good time. And, yes, it is a lot of work, but if I weren’t such an anal-retentive control freak, I could probably delegate some of the chores and it wouldn’t all be me. I take a lot of pride in an event that comes together well, and I like watching people have a good time at a function I put together. Plus, I love a girlie event where everyone dresses up and has a nice lunch (of course, ANY meal that I don’t have to cook, is brought to me on a real plate in a place without a PlayPlace attached is a big-girl event indeed.)
So, I’m looking forward to Saturday. We have a good crowd, a fantastic speaker, and some really great authors coming. I’ll get to see old friends and make some new ones. There are several folks I’ll meet for the first time in real life (Hi, Jen!), and I’ll get to see my CP at her first event as a published author (even if her book isn’t out just yet). Things are in place—just cross your fingers nothing goes horribly wrong between now and 3 pm Saturday. (And that the flu doesn’t keep several of the authors home like it did last year.)
But this will be a bittersweet event for me as I’m passing the luncheon supply boxes off to another member and letting her take over for next year. I’ll still have my fingers in the mix—I’m still the Events Chair, and I’m a control freak, remember? Kathy will probably be begging me to butt out. I know she’ll do a great job (and I’m harboring the not-so-secret hope that I might sell and therefore be too busy to butt in too much).
I still have some last minute shopping to do, and the To Do lists (you knew there would be at least one, right?) are amazingly detailed and include not only what needs to be done, but when.
(Now I can cross “Blog Entry” off my list and move on to the next thing on my list—calling in the head count to the caterer and finalizing the menu.)
Everyone knows what I’ll be doing this week and this weekend. Thank goodness DG is the Best Ever Hubby and doesn’t bat an eye at the organized chaos that is life-before-luncheon AND the fact he gets to be single dad all weekend.* I think he’s looking forward to life going back to normal next week (when all the books, bookmarks, and other goodies will be out of the office. And the garage. And the bedroom. And the hallway.)
What are you looking forward to?
PC (which stands for Party Controller this week)
*And this weekend is the Daisy Girl Scout sing-a-long. He’s really looking forward to that! (snicker)