I have things to organise this year. Official things, important things.
Well, I have a stag weekend to arrange for my Lovely London Friend - LLF has misguidedly selected me to be his best man, and so it falls upon these beautiful shoulders to organise his stag do.
And I also have a birthday party to organise this year. For myself. It's a landmark year, and I'm so not sure about how to celebrate it.
The stag weekend seems to be easy enough - we have dates, we have commitment from attendees, I just need to to organise accommodation, strippers, cocaine, etc. Or maybe just book a table in a fancy restaurant. That sounds more like it.
The birthday is something else, however. This morning I realised that I've double booked myself already - I agreed to celebrate separately with two groups of friends. One of them we had booked concert tickets and planned a weekend of drunken debauchery; with the others I'm heading off for two weeks of sun and sun. I totally screwed up on my dates and booked the weekend away for slap bang in the middle of the two week holiday. Stupid.
So, this morning I've cancelled the weekend trip and I'm waiting to hear back as to whether I'm forgiven or not. I feel so stupid - I never double book.
Anyway, my major dilemma is what to do about the official party. Family want a big event, in the UK, with everyone present - family and friends. I'm kind of ok with this, but it'll be expensive and I'd rather spend the money on champagne at a nice Paris bar with my friends.
It's all a bit much really - and I feel like I'll end up doing what other people want to do to celebrate my birthday. It'll end up being just another event that I go to. This is how I feel about all family parties, so the fact that this one is for me will make little or no difference.
My mother told me she didn't mind what I did as long as the family were all (and she means ALL) invited. This means the lumpen Aunt, the cousin with the gastric band and the topless model. The sailor, the anorexic and the perpetually drunk.
My brother said he didn't mind what I did as long as his kids could go and as long as they could get a taxi home afterwards (thus limiting the geographic zone).
And then the thought of the various groups of friends and family all meeting just sends me into a tailspin.
So, no pressure then....I feel a little bit sick just writing this.
God help me, I think I'm going to run away.
Oh, I already did that....