I went to a Sweet 16 recently that was the most over the top thing I've probably ever seen. Judging by the expectations set by this party, Birthday Girl is going to grow up into the speshulist snowflake bridezilla ever. I couldn't really even understand what was happening as I witnessed it.
- Fi and I were vaguely included on his parents' invite through word of mouth. We have had our own household for 5 years.
- Fi's first and last name were both misspelled on the escort card. This is HIS family. His first name is probably the #1 most common first name for men in the entire country. I was listed only by first name.
- At a wedding hall, about 125 people present, super over the top decorations, pictures of BG everywhere, uplighting, the whole nine yards
- At least it was well hosted: open bar and buffet dinner
- The BG had attendants, like a bridal party (I've seen this at a couple other Italian sweet 16s and still don't understand it). The girls wore matching white mini-dresses (slutty looking) and the boys wore shiny white pants, white shirts, and shiny ice blue vests. They all had matching porcupine hair and orange skin, because, New Jersey yo.
- BG's friends seemed to have had a plan to wear the tightest black mini dresses, with midriff cutouts obviously, that they could track down. All the girls were running around holding the hems of their dresses to juuuuust cover their butt cheeks.
- The DJ was so loud we couldn't hear ourselves talk. Said DJ also spent a lot of time yelling things like, "Shake that butt! Shake that butt!" to the crowd of 16 year old girls grinding on 16 year old boys.
- By the end of the night, BG was vomiting in the bathroom and most of her friends were wasted because, of course.
Of course FMIL thought it was beautiful and special. Gag. Fi said he has changed his mind and wants to never have children.
This was essentially a wedding without a groom. We even had a full-on Viennese dessert hour afterwards. Just goes to show that a party can be expensive and well hosted... but there's no accounting for taste.
ETA: forgot the biggest actual faux pas that occurred. There weren't enough chairs at our table. Really? You spent probably $20k on a birthday party and didn't count chairs?
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."