Sweet Little Sixteen

Next Tuesday Avocado turns 16. Her plan was to have a bonfire tomorrow night (this seems to be a San Francisco thing--kids gather in a park, very informally). But of course, the forecast is for rain. Last night she asked me if she could have a party here. Of course, she had invited everyone she knew--and she knows a lot of people. 100 people had RSVPd in the positive; 60 more had said maybe. I said No Way she could have 100 people in our house (let alone 160). We struck a deal: up to 40 people, the party to be done by 12:30. All this when the Spouse is out of town.

I've written notes to the neighbors to let them know what's up. I bought pizzas and chips and soda. House rules: no alcohol, no pot (I'm not expecting miracles in terms of compliance, but I figure that by having a policy and being here, I'll cut down on the worst of it). I have (at A's request) put all the liquor in the house in my closet (and she's going to park her laptop and other electronica with me too). And a friend of mine is going to hide out in my room with me and be Another Grown-up.

I figure it's going to be okay. Though if you don't hear from me by Monday, I was probably eaten by bears.