I survived my son's baseball opening day celebrations. If I had just attended, survival would have been pretty easy. Being a key part of the organizational committee and seeing that things arrived and got set up as they should, survival was more of a challenge, a goal.
I haven't planned a lot of events before and I don't think it is my calling. That's ok but there will probably be other occasions in life when I will need to plan events for some reason. I have learned one lesson that will be helpful to anyone in such a situation:
"Don't just hope for the best."
Yes. I am rather optimistic about some things. When planning an event, however, that's not enough. I may not be a details person but I'd better learn to play the role of one. Or suddenly I will have a situation again like I had yesterday morning . I realized that the deal was never finalized with the tent and table rental people and I wasn't getting tents and tables. And the event was starting at noon. Luckily, another company came through (before 8:30 on a Sunday, no less, they answered their phone) but I grew up in those agonizing moments of fear and realized that I have to do better with things like this.
Hoping for the best in life is great. Hoping for the best in event planning is a recipe for failure, tears and public humilation. I think I'll pay attention to the details next time. I am so grateful that we were able to save the day this time. Whew!