My best friend, Carrie, celebrated her fortieth birthday with a fabulous 70's themed party. It was so much fun and iIt gave me a lot of ideas for my next party though hers will be hard to top.
The invitations were great. They were round and silvery like a miniature disco ball. Inside were all the details like location, date and time. At the bottom was written. "Get ready for the Return of Saturday Night Fever! Come to my fortieth birthday and boogie down in your coolest 70's threads. Halter tops, and platforms recommended."
I went to the costume shop picked out the perfect outfit. I found a vinyl pair of bellbottoms and a light blue, tube top. Except for shoes, I was all set. I bought a pair of platforms that were so retro, but I didn't buy them at a thrift store. I got them, brand new, from the shoe store at the mall!
When I arrived at Carrie's the place was already rocking. I fit right in, the other guests were dressed so outrageously I looked almost normal by comparison. Carrie's boyfriend, Burt and one of his friends had dressed up as drag queens. More and more people started to show up and the party started to really happen. Burt grabbed me by the hand and did an over exaggerated tango into the living room. He dipped me. The "paparazzi" was there taking pictures of me as I was dancing.
Carrie and Burt moved out all their furniture in the living room and dining room, making one large room for dancing. They brought in folding chairs that they rented from the party store. A couple a tables covered by metallic silver tablecloths were put together and had food and drinks were on them. There were bottles of wine and beer of every variety were on the table. There were tasty hors d'oeuvres a plenty especially Burt's special Monterey Jack and green olive spread. It makes me hungry just thinking about it. The recipie is very simple--shredded Jack cheese diced green olives, mayonnaise and garlic powder. Its so addictive. I think I ate almost half the bowl. A large disco ball hung from the ceiling and Carrie had put colored party light bulbs into her track lighting. Framed posters of "Saturday Night Fever", Aerosmith, Nixon and "Star Wars" hung on the walls. Silver streamers lined each doorway and tere was plenty of body glitter to go around.
Carrie hired a DJ who was playing, 70's music--from Credence to Gaynor. A group of us sang words to all the songs of Aerosmith and Neil Young, it was so much fun. Burt poured us a glass of wine and as we watched everyone boogy down, I realized I didn't even know half the people there, but we all had the 70's in common and that's what brought us all together.
Burt ran around taking pictures, capturing the excitement. A guy there, Dan, knew almost as many 70's song lyrics as I did. Extra points for him! Dan gave me a big smooch on the cheek when Burt took a picture of us.
Dan and I were the last to leave. It was about 4:00AM! I can't remember the last time I had such a great time. Dan even asked for my phone number. Maybe it was the hot pants!