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[–] Fairle ago  (edited ago)

My dad was a very serious, very strict and introverted man. He didn't have many friends or really care to indulge in anything "fun" or frivolous because he viewed it as improper. We never had sleepovers or sugary cereals or junk food or birthday parties growing up. Don't get me wrong, he was a caring and loving person...he was just very cold and stand offish about it. And more recently he's loosened up a lot, but this happened when he was still kinda...of a hardass.

One year he decided out of the blue he wanted to throw this huge super bowl party, and I was stoked because this meant a party with yelling and cheering and junk food...and general good party vibes. I could tell my dad was really pumped up for it too. He invited everyone we knew, all the family (we have a gigantic family), and he went completely overboard buying snacks and dips and so much junk we've never had in our house before. He even spent hours setting up our kitchen for easy buffett- like access. I mean he was never excited about anything.

Time came around...and not a single person showed up. Not one. No calls or anything. I remember seeing the kitchen all decorated and all the counters just covered with food. I walked into the living room where my dad sat in his recliner watching the Superbowl all alone with his beer. He didn't show it, but I could tell he was crushed. I did my best as a tiny daughter could do to cheer him up but that didn't do much good. My heart broke for him.

That is why to this day I have never...will never... plan a party.