I am, despite what it sounds like, really looking forward to this. The dead of winter is a great time to have a party. You don't have to worry about the house being too clean, if you just keep the lights low, and the curtains are all closed so the windows can be as scuzzy as they want to be. And with everybody inside with the windows shut, you don't have to be too conscious about bugging the neighbours either (although some of them are invited).
I used to have a lot of parties in university, but somehow the whole clean house thing didn't seem so onerous then. Either I was less of a slob then, the people I lived with were less slobby than my family, or I had a better perspective on cleaniness vs spontaneity. Damn you to hell, Martha Stewart and your evil minions!
And as a young mother, I hosted a lot of birthday parties. These were a tonne of work, but holy shit they were rewarding. My friend Brook and I both had Eva's who were the same age (we met after the kids were born - we're not that lame), and we used to help each other host the most spectacular bashes with games and treasure hunts and kick-ass birthday cakes that we made ourselves. I guess I had way too much time on my hands back then.
For this party, I was really chuffed to discover that the old computer speakers, which I hauled out of the basement, work with my laptop, so I am using that as my sound system. I made up a party playlist yesterday and although I tried to keep it down to songs that I really want to hear which are completely party-worthy, the playlist is still 7 1/2 hours long. I hope to hell the party doesn't last that long! Actually after 6 hours, I plan to switch to another playlist which I will make up today - a "go home, you are getting sleepy" playlist - very soporific. And if that doesn't work, I'll put on Sonic Youth full blast, get changed into my pyjamas, and come down the stairs, brushing my teeth.
Toccata was curious about what sort of songs would be on the "go home already" playlist. They would certainly be something slow and reflective, perhaps a touch melancholy, something like the following songs. Although personally, I find these songs too beautiful to ever entice me to leave.
Left and Leaving [mp3] - the Weakerthans
Down to the River to Pray [mp3] - Alison Krauss
Various Stages [mp3] - Great Lake Swimmers