My 21st…really?
My 21st was coming up and I was stressed out. The folks were planning a formal function and inviting practically everyone I knew since birth. It was getting out of hand and things were getting a bit strained between us. I knew they were just trying to do the right thing by me but it was all starting to sound too staged. Was it even going to be any fun? I was starting to have my doubts and was wondering how I could get out of having a 21st at all. Not that this was a possibility, you don’t know my parents! I’ll just have to grin and bear it, I thought through gritted teeth.
What were my parents thinking?
Turns out, I didn’t have to grit my teeth for too long. I think it was after dad saw the bill that things started changing but I can’t say for sure. Anyway, they told me they had to do some number crunching and change the venue. They made me write up a list of all the people I just couldn’t be without on my big day so at least that was a plus. They also told me to leave the rest up to them and to relax, they had it all under control. Ok…now I was really freaking out!
It started out well…
The big day arrived and I’ve got to say it started off well with a big family breakfast and they gave me some awesome gifts. Then I went and hung out with some mates but was told by mum in no uncertain terms that I was to save the partying for later because it is going to be worth it. Hmmm…What have they got up their sleeves I thought?
It got even better!
The day went really fast and no sooner had I showered, shampooed and shaved when I heard this racket going on outside. There was cheering and music and I could hear my name being shouted from the rooftops. I raced outside to see what was going on and there it was. The Party Bus! What a sight! The smiling faces of all my friends and family yelling at me to hurry up and climb aboard. It was overwhelming to say the least.
This is crazy man!
I jumped on board to a chorus of ‘Happy Birthday to You’ and was quickly handed a nice coldy. Oh yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about. The Party Bus seemed a lot bigger than it looked from the outside. It was decked out in crazy, colourful decorations. A cool but slightly embarrassing DVD my brother had put together of me growing up, there were laser lights and surround sound, a bar stocked with all my favourite drinks and then some. It rocked!
It was the best night of my life!
And then we were off. Cruising down the street with the neighbours out on their front lawns cheering as we went by. Laughter, dancing, food, drink and chauffered around the best spots in Auckland. Everyone had a blast! No one had to drive, it was so much fun and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it.
There’s a moral to this story
So here’s the thing! Instead of freaking out about what your family is going to put you through on your big day…remember these two words – Party Bus! Mum was right, it was so worth it.
Mark Markovina
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