At the moment, it seems more daunting than voluntarily agreeing to get a root canal. More daunting than writing the LSAT exam. And then some.
Sometimes I feel as if one should just make it known that one will have a party, dress oneself up, go to the party venue, start a hearty bonfire to alert others that a party is about to take place, and then let nature take its course. It should just be that easy. That is what my kind of utopia would look like.
But alas! That's not how it really works in reality. In real life, there seems to be a messiah of things involved all to get a group of people to a single place. Early notification via invitation, reservations bookings, precise foresight in the close proximity of venue to transit and parking spaces, foresight in who can come, (And-who-you-don't-really-like-but-they-are-dating-your-friend-so-they-are-invited-by-default) foresight in arranging a surefire way to safely get everyone home because god forbid, something DANGEROUS happens at this party. If it does, everyone will remember it as the party where something DANGEROUS (but thrilling) happened.
According to my less than accurate knowledge of medieval customs in the 16th century, parties were organized by the medieval queen or king's trusted advisers, and invitations were only sent out to people of interest, allies and foes. Individuals who were so lucky to receive such an invitations were obliged by their loyalty to the medieval queen or king to attend this function, whether or not they could make it. Mind you, I don't know how much genuine amusement went on during these functions..
All I can leave you with, dear reader, is the hope that one day bonfires may be able to replace card invitations.
-Heidi
