Let's Party. Really.

I'm not much of a betting woman, but I'm going to take a chance and assume that you have been invited to at least one party lately. It's the new 'party' of today, where you're surrounded by people you may or may not know, nibbling on snacks (and if you're lucky, downing a glass of wine) while you listen to a friend of your hostess tell you why you desperately need this, that or the other, in your life.

Or, you may have recently 'attended' a Facebook party, where someone is trying to get you to purchase books you've never flipped through, or essential oils you can't actually sample because smell-a-vision hasn't yet evolved.  

I have little proof that I partied in my earlier years... the photos are (thankfully) rare. But I know that nearly every weekend when I lived in England, I was off to any number of friends' houses for whatever party they were throwing. Sometimes it was an actual costume party, or a sit-down fancy dress event. All I had to do was show up. Occasionally I had a bottle of wine or flowers in my hand. But I never in all of my years remember being asked to buy anything at the party, or even to host a party to get perks of my own. 

Times are changing folks, and I'm not sure I like where it's all going. 

Every time I turn around, I have a Facebook notification for an online party. Occasionally there's an actual event at someone's house where wine is offered. 

Don't get me wrong. I love that so many people, especially women and moms, are in business for themselves nowadays. I get it — there is a certain amount of freedom that comes with the hustle of selling stuff. I've even looked into selling some of the stuff myself for a little side income. 

But now, the only parties I seem to get invited to are ones where people want to sell something. I am inundated with invitations from people who sell things and from friends who are hosting parties for those same people selling things. My eyes immediately start to gloss over my Facebook feed after a while.

I long for the days when a party meant I would be gathering at someone's home for an afternoon or evening of mingling, eating and drinking with both friends and strangers. Nothing to sell, no pressure to purchase. No photos to log on Facebook, Instagram or even a blog. There would be a slim chance someone would have an old-fashioned camera there and maybe you'd end up getting a copy of a photo as proof that you wore a pink feather boa once to someone's party. (As if that really happened...)

I have already been sucked down a rabbit hole by a few companies... (buttery leggings, I have no use for you outside of my apartment, but by golly, I could live in you all day when I'm at home.) I have an expensive outfit not available in stores that I do not regret buying, because I live in it when I'm not wearing those buttery leggings, and I have just placed an order for some kind of elixir that is supposed to knock the Peanut out for a week straight. (Just kidding... but it is supposed to help him sleep better.) 

So clearly I'm not at all opposed to these parties... or else I wouldn't own some of the products. Sell on people! Good for you!  

And really, who wouldn't want the perks of hosting one of these parties? Want jewelry half price? Host a posh clothing sale. Want some buttery leggings for free? Host an online party. Want to get your essential oils at wholesale price? Bring your neighbors and friends to a poolside party.  

But I miss the days of having people over just to have a party. Even as an introvert, I love them. I love to throw them and I love to attend them. Our poor parking situation and apartment living (plus the Peanut's haphazard sleeping schedule) means I haven't had people over as often as I'd like to... but I really do need to remedy that. 

I can count on one hand the number of times I've been invited over to someone's house for a non-sales 'party', or even just dinner, over the last few years. 

It's not that I don't know anyone. I know PLENTY of people in this town. It's just that everyone seems busy selling stuff.

I texted a friend the other day and said I was weary of getting invited to party after party where something was for sale — sometimes by people I hardly knew. I told her I simply wanted to have a party where people ate, drank and talked. No pressure to buy and sell. 

I'm thinking the invitation might go along the lines of something like this: 

Remember the days when people got together to eat, drink and be merry, and the only thing you had to purchase was a bottle of something to share? 

(Yeah, neither do I...)

Which is why I'm hosting a flashback-to-another-decade-party where all you do is show up. 

That's right. Wear whatever clothing you want, use whatever 18-hour-stay-put lipstick you want, read whatever book you want that offers party tips, get ready to party by diffusing whatever oil you want, but leave your products to sell at home, your catalogues in the car, and your phone in your handbag. 

We're going to party like it's 1999.  

(And by party here, I don't mean raging crazy parties where people get into all kinds of mischief and trash my house... I mean a group of people who get together to mingle, eat and drink and maybe even dance. Card playing and/or a puzzle might also be involved, but let's not get too crazy here.)

So who's with me on this one? 

PS: A word of advice, if you are in Direct Marketing, don't be that girl.