Host eats crow after neighborhood party

I was wrong.

My loser teenage kids did totally ditch me for the Neighborhood Holiday Party they insisted we host. And the neighborhood did arrive with bells on. But nobody burned the house down. Or killed the cat.

In fact, it was a great night. They came, they drank, they ate. We laughed and laughed and had a blast. We drank too much, ate too much, and laughed too much, if that’s possible.

I was wrong.

The party I moaned and bitched about was a huge success. I like these people. Plus they brought their little kids, about a hundred of them it seemed, with the oldest in just first grade. And they were so very, very cute and cuddly, and even when exhausted and crying in their feetie pajamas, we were able to remember when, and enjoy their every move.

So I was wrong about the nightmare neighbors. Or maybe not completely wrong, but those that showed up weren’t the jail bait I predicted.

The party was fun and festive and a great kick-off to the holidays. My neighbors were kind and generous and grateful. And I’ll balk again next year, and complain, then cave, and be glad I did.