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Start those special snowflakes young!
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."
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Re: Start those special snowflakes young!
ETA - My GIF won't GIF. Ugh.
I'm an Italian Croatian American and we don't have sweet 16 parties in my family. None of my friends ever had one and I have never been to one, lol.
"Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space."
The bartenders looked like they were actually trying. Fi's 23 yo cousin couldn't get a drink from them because she only had her license, not a second form of ID.
I am so confuzzled.
"Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space."
Are these venues you are referring to all in NJ? Do you guys still have the paper licenses or do you have the crazy plastic holographic ones like everyone else now?
When I was in college I had many friends from all over the US who had fake NJ licenses because they were paper and so incredibly easy to fake, so I wonder if this is why the venues require two forms of ID?
"Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space."
I often worked the bar at the private room of a restaurant when I was in college. Back in the early 2000s, it was so easy to get a fake ID that I often asked for a second form (usually a credit card or military ID). Of course, I never got ID'd when I was underage and wanted a drink. Most of the bars didn't really care if you were a hot girl, and liquor stores would sell to you as long as you could see over the counter!
The attendant thing is not unheard of for quincineras (15th birthdays).
But still, holy cow.
I went to one a couple years back where the birthday girl had a grand entrance......she rode a glass elevator up through the floor of the dance floor, then hovered above us for a minute, then came back down and exited the elevator onto the dance floor.
And all the other teenage girl attendees were in slutty spandex dresses and sky high stripper shoes they couldn't walk in. It was a delight.
I was 12. My parents were getting together with friends for a luncheon/pool party. There were several little kids in attendance, all under 8. They had water and juice. Dad made his "famous" strawberry daquaries. He also made a set of non alcoholic ones in case any kids wanted some. I had a non alkie, and went to politely ask for more.
The gal who served me grabbed the wrong pitcher. I had three from the alkie, which, btw, Dad makes with bacardi 151 and other booze.
Mom found me on the couch, narrowing my eyes at the tv. When she asked what I was doing, I apparently slurred something about the tv trying to get up and walk away, and I had to watch it to make sure it stayed put (wobble vision).
The resulting freak out by mom was epic. I now enjoy an occasional daquari with my Dad as a responsible adult, though we joke about the tv making a run for it.
"Love is the one thing we're capable of perceiving that transcends time and space."