The holiday season is right around the corner. Again. Seriously. How does that happen? Next to pictures and presents, cards and cookies, we all know what that means. Parties! Some we have to go to. Some we love to go. Some we’ve never been to but might go to.
In any case, you can bet there is someone {perhaps a whole team} toiling away behind the scenes. Making the guest list. Sending out invitations. Planning a menu. Buying. Cooking. Cleaning. Decorating. Planning. Outfit shopping. And they are busy. We all are, right? Know how I know? Because I am. Too busy to remember to call the tree guy. Too busy to mail that form about my insurance. Too busy to watch any of those back episodes of Grey’s or even eat lunch. Maybe too busy to go to that party, but never too busy to respond and tell them I can’t be there.
Now, I’m not saying that I’ve never forgotten to call and say I couldn’t come. The date snuck up on me, and oh shoot. I need to call and let them know I can’t come to that party that’s next… let’s see… four days ago. Crud. It’s easy to give yourself an out. “I’m sure there were a ton of people invited. What earthly difference does it make if they know that I can’t be there? No one will miss me.” It’s an absolute epidemic.
Do you know what, in my opinion, is the real reason people don’t respond? We hate to make that awkward phone call. You’re calling someone you may not really know to say that you can’t come to their party. Will they answer? Voice mail! Awesome. Keep cool. Keep it short and sweet. You? No. You just drone on and on trying to make a case for why you can’t come, when all you really need to say is “Wish we could be there. We have other plans.” Or worse. They do answer when you just knew they wouldn’t be there. Then, you’re stammering through your explanation, which requires a little background they care nothing of and you’re still talking. Just stop talking. Can’t. Stop. Talking. Click. Well, that was embarrassing. Two words: email regrets.
True, party plans are often made well in advance, but as circumstances change so can the plans. A dozen fewer cupcakes. One less tier on that cake. Four dozen fewer stuffed mushrooms. One less bartender. Fewer rental tables. Heck if it’s bad enough timing, maybe they’d even reschedule the party. It makes a difference. Hopefully, you’ve never had the misfortune of hosting a party with poor turnout. Or of having been the honoree of a party with poor turnout. Or of having watched a child at a birthday party when only a couple of kids showed. It’s no fun. It’s embarrassing, and it makes everyone feel bad. Boo. That’s not what parties are about!
OK, really she was just sad because the cake service was taking too long, but you get the idea.
This holiday season, and from now on really, I implore you to R.S.V.P. or regret as requested on the invitation. R.S.V.P. Répondez s’il vous plaît. Respond, if you please. Please respond. See? They said please and everything! Wonder what’s French for “Please respond or I’ll be eating cupcakes for a month?”






















