I got roped into cataloging the guest list and determining the seating arrangements for said attendees. Allow me to preface by saying that the largest party I’ve ever planned was my 30th birthday (yeah, I reached that milestone!) party for 20 people. I’m generally the person who says okay, we have x number of seats and x number of guests, so all is peachy. Then I let the attendees sit where they want. Of course, there is always that person who skips one seat to be distant and then another guest has to break up a couple and sit by their lonesome, which means strangled small talk.
*gulp* That’s the kiss of death!
For this gig, we’re talking sit down, chat amongst yourselves for hours kind of seating. The kind that bride’s go through so family members don’t kill each other. I’ve seen the charts, heard the horror stories, and luckily haven’t made it to my version of that party yet. Though I’m feeling the pressure here. You can’t put known enemies together, yet you look like you’re trying too hard if you don’t. Though I guess a neutral buffer would work…like Switzerland. Of course, nothing will stop a well-aimed zinger from hitting its target. Let’s just hope all the boys and girls...play nice.
*I giggle at how two could play that game*
You can’t do all guys on one side, all girls on the other, because every planner knows you must blend. But what if a species doesn’t fall into the XX or XY pigeon hole? Do I dribble them in, and hope they can talk equally well about sports and the latest innovation for hair dying? Fat chance things would go that smooth, but I can hope right?
Then there are the couples—Eric & Keriam, Devyn & Liane, Tara & Trace, Zara & Awyn, Kendron & Gwynan, Chance & Bree. Do you break them up, keep them together or force them to mingle? What if they’ve had a tiff? What if no one can get anything in edge wise? (Lord, don’t let anyone pull their swords or phazers!)
And what can you do about hair? I mean a guest can’t help it if she causes an allergic reaction because she might accidentally shift into a cat. I guess I could make her the lone girl out…along with the “trader” since there seems to be a lot of dignitaries and military types coming. (Dare I say pot stirrer in the midst?)
See what I mean about it being so simple?
*I wipe my brow with a cocktail napkin*
And then there’s the little tidbit about everyone bringing a food. What if the hall doesn’t come retrofitted with a microwave or fridge? Can we stoke some heat from the middle of Earth in the Subterranean Hall? The food coordinator will need ice for the drinks, so I guess we could chill anything that needs to be frostbitten with that. And use some of those crystals to pelt any ruckus-causing roustabouts.
*I pull out a notebook and draw a big circle* Who can get mad sitting at a roundtable? (Critique of clothes, food, best assets optional, since that isn’t my little piece of the puzzle.)
Let’s see. Maxwell Hart, who works alone as a vampire investigator would do well beside Kendron Valdemar, who has lived by the same code. Gwynan Kadin’s keeping Tara Rowen busy. And Liane MacGregor and Chance MacKenzie would have tons of “work” related topics to talk about. I’ll just have to make sure Tara doesn’t overhear their conversation, since Independent Trader may lean toward pirate. The opposite side of the table….that would work wonders! Now to fill in everyone else in their own rectangle.
What am I not worried about? The placecards, because I’ve printed dozens for wedding receptions. See, there is always a bright spot in any worrisome storm, which gives me a fabulous idea for favors.