A recent conversation with my oldest son went something like this....
Bobby: "Hey, you know my swim team dinner this Thursday night? Well, nobody else's parents signed up to host, so I offered....ok?"
Me: "Um...well....how many kids are we talking about?"
Bobby: "There are 60 kids on the team, but don't worry...a few won't show up."
Me: "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"
Needless to say, a few nights later we served a house full of high school swimmers a mediocre, luke warm, carbohydrate-ridden feast. And they were perfectly happy....because the teenage palate is about as sophisticated as a recently-released inmate.
And Bobby's only request to his family before the party, "Can we all just hide our crazy for one night?"
Challenge accepted. We hosted the best damn last minute party in the history of last minute parties...with live entertainment, awkward teenage dancing, and an Ugly Sweater theme to boot....
And for the most part, we hid our crazy pretty well too.