Party

I had planned on going to my "tree climber's home" last night when he got back from KY. He had been in KY all week helping to clean up the ice storm. He restores, does not "top off" the trees. Very adamant about that. Anyway, when I learned of how many guests my daughter was expecting, my plans changed. No, I was not leaving my home. Officially, there were 38 teenagers here last night. Oh my gosh! It was totally wild. Yet, these kids were all from the school of arts. Future actors/actressess, musicians, dancers, singers and the creative forces arrived - big time! There was one couple who spoke only in "German" to another - they both are taking German 2. The native american had a difficult time speaking at all. It was actually really cool. Lucky for me, my "tree climber" understood and just came here instead and stayed and helped me chaperone this party. It was a hell of a party.

NOW...2 days after the party...the truth. The beginning of the party was cool. BUT, after more and more started coming, I was getting pissed. Continuously going around and picking up trash after these beautiful teenagers. I could not believe how disrespectful they were of someone's home - inside and out. I kept trying to see them as "teenagers", trying to remember what it was like at that age. Continually forgiving them. At the same time, trying to point out that it was my house and I had to continue to live there after they were gone. What really dismayed me was the fact that only 2 parents checked to make sure that I was going to be there. One mother had her son call her - he had just recently got his driver's license and she wanted to make sure he got here safely. The other father walked his daughter to my door and introduced himself to me. When I went to parties growing up, not often for I was the other with the parents who stayed home to chaperone the party, but my parents would always make sure I was where I was suppose to be. But being a teenager, I would always find a way to "sneak" where I wasn't suppose to go. Did I respect the person's home? Now realizing, probably not as much as I should have.

Finally, around 12:00 yesterday afternoon, they were all gone. Many could not go for they were waiting on their parents to come and get them. And yes, my daughter said, "this is my last party I am having". Maybe next time, just a few friends at a time.