It's my Party and I'll Puke if I Want To...LOL
By JSM.
I thought in light of the recent addition of music to the Cafe I would quote a famous 1960's song title as an introduction to this article (granted, I altered one of the words, which I'm sure you can guess.) But I did promise to relay to my readers a detailed and accurate account of the events of this past Saturday and its aftermath so I will do just that as best I can remember, which isn't as much as I would have thought.
We couldn't have hoped for a more agreeable day weather-wise to host an outdoor gathering, however we had some misadventures along the way in setting up the volleyball net which seemed several inches too short, we also ran a bit behind in picking up some of the food that we were serving as well, and there was also that little matter of my vomiting all over the table incident to close out my participation at the gathering. But despite those minor set-backs I have to say that I had a heck of a time, however brief I was conscious. I also want to send a shout out to those that attended, as many of them visit the Cafe frequently and are possibly reading this right now.
I feel I should mention that in the course of the past few years I have observed & noted individuals at times "going through the motions" so to speak in an attempt to appear civil and polite in uncomfortable circumstances.
Let me state right now that I at no point ever witnessed any of that disingenuous behavior at my party. On the contrary, the mood of the occasion seemed continuously upbeat and fun and I cannot express enough the appreciation I have for all those who came and helped make this day as enjoyable as it was. What I witnessed was a display of class and enthusiasm among my family and close friends that will never be forgotten.
Due to everyone's busy schedules it is often impossible to gather everyone I know together in one place, which made this all the more special. And when you factor in that many of my guests worked long hours prior to coming for the occasion (and in some cases adjusted their work schedules so they could be there) yet still managed to not just show up, but actively take part in the festivities--well, it just means a lot.
I've written here several times about my doubts as it relates to human behavior and insecurities connected to social anxiety. I have often doubted my own standing among my network of peers. But it is days like these that I realize how far I've really come in my journey and it never ceases to blow my mind like a gust of fresh air. I don't just credit myself for this, I credit each and everyone that has stuck with me throughout. They know who they are and to them I say--Thank you.
I think special words should go out to my sister and my new beautiful niece, Mia for making the trip up here, and my cousin for providing the free music, and to my close friends who had to work, but still made the time to come by and have a good time. Most of all my parents for making all the arrangements and putting in all the hard work in making this as successful as possible.
My only regret is that I wasn't there to see it all the way through, but as the title indicates I was a bit predisposed. Nonetheless, thanks to everyone for putting the "special" in this occasion. I am proud, humbled, and forever grateful for the classy gestures of all those involved. Thanks again.
-JSM.
