|Party - or Not?|
I quite like the idea of organising a party in Peewees (the place of my mis-spent youth) and invite all my (literally) old friends. Through our beer glasses we could all make believe we are twenty again.
OR do I fly to New Zealand to see my soul mate Alex? We travelled together around the world after Uni for a year and loved "the land of the long white cloud", Alex so much she lives there now. We celebrated our twentieth and thirtieth together (I was the 'mature' one even back then). For four years we were care free students and we had an absolute blast. I haven't seen her for a decade now and would love so much to visit and instantly sink into that cozy friendship that wraps itself around you.
OR do I hold a repeat and similar party to Gran's 100th held at home last year? This option would involve more family and be more inclusive. Would anyone come? Would it be an anticlimax after Gran's do? Gulp.
Perhaps I'll do nothing. I am after all a scardy cat.