My sister's engagement party was on Sunday at my Uncle's house, my only job towards the party was decorations because I can't really help out any other way (I did WATCH my niece from time to time, but I could ONLY watch her, I couldn't sit on the floor with her or chase after her - back to the point).
Nothing was really going to plan... my sister left later than she planned but I couldn't go with her because I was having trouble getting my contact lenses in without a mirror (not that a mirror would help - I'm not vey skilled or practiced at putting them in) so my sister went to my Uncle's house with her friend to start setting up. My sister's fiancé came to get me and food whilst my mum looked after my niece until my sister came back for her. My mum arranged a makeup artist for all three of us, and the make up artist turned up as they were just starting to set up so my sister had to get her face done because neither me nor my mum was there yet. It took over an hour and a half to do her face because the make up artist was getting set up as she went along (so my sister told me it would've been better if I went with her anyway- everything is better when looked at retrospectively).
When I got there I couldn't get up there step as it was too high so my Uncle helped me by adding another step temporarily.
The party was outside, so I had to get down the step (which is A LOT easier than going up it), in the new marque we bought.
Their bathrooms are both upstairs so I went hours without using the toilet (not the best plan but there's no way I can do the stairs before let alone now with my leg like this).
The party was really nice and funny at times; it didn't rain but it was windy, so windy that the marque tried to blow away multiple times but everyone found it fun. We all held on to it to stop it from blowing away. We also didn't have enough time to set up so my sisters friends made it a game when we had to assemble out plastic martini cups.
My grandparents weren't involved in any planning for this party; they kept offering to pay for things but if they did then they would feel like they had a say in it. They asked if they could invite friends and when my sister said no they said 'we let them have up to 10 friends to their Bat Mitzvahs'. ARGHHH. It was OUR Bat Mitzvahs; everyone else we know had discos with ALL their friends and classmates there but we had to have a sit down lunch with all THEIR OLD PEOPLE FRIENDS!!!
Anyway, I'm going off subject. We bought the marque and mummy wanted to keep it for parties but, as their way of having a say, they promised it to my uncle (to which they had no right).
Throughout the whole party my Grandma kept making comments, picking at every detail and just generally ruining the party for my sister. Everyone else loved it, found it a laugh but NOT her.
I was given the job of official party photographer a few months ago but that was before my leg. I delegated some of it to one my my sister's fiancé's cousins. My sister wanted photos of all the food before anyone started eating which is when I delegated. The rest of the party I managed to fulfil my duties; I got photos of everyone that went and I was even able to get a candid photo of my sister and her fiancé kissing. I also took a couple photos of her getting her make up done (like people do for weddings).
Throughout the whole party I had to hold my leg out - making sure no one hit it at the same time. I, also, was given my lovely little niece a few times throughout the party. Once she was being a bit wiggley because she didn't want to be seated so I made an announcement selling her to the first bidder (I didn't put it that way but I should've). Nearing the end of the party I was given a stool to put my leg up on. AT THE END!!! Silly!!!
Later on my mum wanted to go inside with my niece and she asked me and my aunty to join her; this is where I was embarrassed, distressed and uncomfortable. I had to ascend the evil step; I tried to do it myself but I was struggling so two of the guests helped me (which was extremely kind of them) one person stood inside to help pull me up and the other lifted me up. I ended hitting my foot on the step and my knee bent... I was in a lot of pain but luckily the party was almost over so I didn't have to put a brave face on for long (not that I managed to do it at all).
When I got home I crashed. I was so tired which tends to happen when I over do it and go all potsy.
It was a lovely party though :).
*huggles* for everyone!!!
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