Monday, March 8, 2010

Having a Party: One Way or Another

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Right about now - especially with a tanked economy - the We're Having a Party song by Sam Cooke is pretty much just that, a song.

I mean, how do you tell your daughter that the wedding she's dreamed of all her life either won't happen or won't quite be exactly what she'd envisioned? And how do you tell employees that you are not having a holiday party due to the economy, when somehow your company is pulling through and even showing record profits?

Maybe you're like some people. Maybe you're the type who neatly categorize human beings into distinct tribes; Twitter Tweet-people and those whose attention spans last longer than 140 characters, dog people and cat people, and night owls and early risers. Doing that is pretty natural, being that many people's approaches to life sit at opposite poles.

Take me, for instance. I'm all about being a planner. And thank goodness, too. Because it comes in handy planning menus and new event planning party design concepts for parties. Although other people are take-it-as-it-comes types that hate planning their day, let alone a party.

As good as I am at planning parties yet as imperfect as I am a human being, I guess it's because I'm a go-getter from a small town, that I've practically willed owning a party business to happen. Sure, I can admit that it helped that I spent about 10 years in Los Angeles and Hollywood working on drop-dead gorgeous dream parties and events.

I worked my fanny off, too; learning what I know about parties. So no way am I ever going to be a quitter. I love it and I've got too many hours racked up in the party business.

If you weren't born with the natural talent and ability to do parties, maybe you were born with a need to do parties.

It's become exhausting for just about everybody producing parties, which is sad. The crappy economy has made so much more pressure for people lately. And an immense amount of party-related companies have gone out of business, too. But thankfully, because I realized the smart thing to do was to run my business scaled back, I've survived. If you can relate to this, keep on keeping on. Because I'll put it like this, the so-called "under dog" is oftentimes misunderstood and underestimated by people that don't think prophetically, with much foresight. Sadly, they don't know any better. File that type of thinking under: "They don't know what is going to happen."

Because you never know. Someone with a see-what-life-brings style, some moxie, and some chutzpah can go from a waiter to a Screen Actor's Guild actor, singer, dancer, model, to being a top Hollywood caterers protege, business owner, party writer, and soon-to-be book author. Along the way, you meet so many wonderful, good people. And of course taking the good with the bad, you run into a few others who are self-serving, that never face the error of their ways.

After one or two "bad eggs", it's not uncommon to decide that you're never going to depend on thinking that people who show you that they're "cool" at first, are. So you decide to take a personal, silent oath - not to be misinterpreted as a pledge to yourself - to give up people exhibiting sycophantic behavior. You're wise enough to know that true and real cool people, you admit their flaws, and aren't flaky.

Everyone is basically somehow wonderful. But it's not necessarily good to think it obligatory that these are people that you have to pal around with. I mean really, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck - darling, it's a duck.

I knew someone (or thought I did) that spent a substantial part of their life having affairs with married men. Although she was wonderful to hang out with (which I suspect was what the married men thought), at the end of the day, she was no one I could really have anything in common with. I'm not a cheater. When I saw this person the last time, I had to face that, morally, everything she does doesn't "fly" with me. Even being long distant friends, we weren't a friendship match.

So my dears, in the years to come, continue to remake yourselves. Because you're worth it.

So what if people get the clear sense that you're winging it all the way. You're still good enough. It seems to me that a grand life plan would be to come on and get happy, sing hallelujah, and have a party. The benefits of having a party: one way or another, outweigh everything, anyway.

Can a table be set even when not having a party, you ask? I say, do it - irregardless of anything. Celebrate. Have a drink. Have a party - one way or another - even if you have a party for one.


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I'm Carlo. And this is my party truth.

I'm an off-premise catering evangelist/outlaw. I'm a passionista. I'm a paradox. I love when a client hires me to oversee their entire event, from start to finish - because I'm an event planner too.

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