This guest list is getting more political than the Oscars.
I’m staring at a guest list with over 40 people on it.
It feels endless.
Like an Oscars after-party out of control.
And it needs to be culled. Sliced and diced. To 10.
Ten little boys who will win the golden ticket to my son’s 7th birthday party.
It’s a task I am finding completely beyond me.
I am not exaggerating here. Finishing my tax return is looking like a giddy fest of fun in comparison to culling that list.
The problem is that there are just so many people to invite. When you get past family and cousins and classmates there are the soccer team friends, the neighbours, the kids in French class.
Last year’s kinder friends. The boys in year 2 he plays with before school.
The older brothers, the younger siblings.
We drew up the list together.
And then we drew up another list.
And then another.
It seems his “best friends” seem to be on a rotating basis at the moment.
How did it get so out of control?
When I was a child birthday parties were something that happened every second year or so. They were small affairs with four or five friends. One year I even had the whole event in my bedroom.. pin the tail on the donkey on the back of the cupboard door, and chocolate crackles on the carpet.
This year my son wants to have a birthday party at a bowling alley. At first I leapt at the idea.