After working all day yesterday I was wound up tighter than a Swiss watch as my dad used to say. So last night when I finally quit painting, I decided to sit and decompress by watching some TV. It didn’t work. I will explain why in a minute. But first some backstory…
Having been a face painter and done kids activities in Houston for 30+ years we’ve worked at a lot of private parties; a lot of high end parties. Once I went to West U, a very chi-chi part of Houston, for a party for a 6 yr.old. It was about 2 weeks before Christmas. When I arrived I was told I could leave my purse in the living room. I walked in and saw the biggest Christmas tree I’d ever seen in a house. It was over 20′ tall.
I like big Christmas trees. We had one that was over 12′ one year. I thought that was tall. But this things was ginormous. All the presents were wrapped in hunter green wrapping paper with coordinating plaid bows; which coordinated with all the ornaments on the tree. I’d never seen anything like it, and wondered what type of anal retentive had to have everything so matchy-matchy at Christmas. Perhaps she was channeling Martha.
In addition to myself they had a pony and a Santa too for the kiddos. Overall, I thought that was a lot to spend for a 6 yr. old. But I was happy to take their $300. It certainly made our Christmas brighter.
We did a lot of bar and bat mitzvahs over the years. Some of them were quite an affair. But then those are coming of age parties, so spending large amounts of $ are not unusual. After we started working with a party planner each of her clients wanted their affair to be bigger and better than the one they’d just attended. Many times grandma and grandpa would be flown in from the old country or failing that, Florida.
We were at one doing wax hands, they also had a caricature artist, a Hummer to take photos in, an artist who was actually doing a painting of the party while it was going on, a DJ, fortune teller and face painter. They even had a climbing wall.
Not to mention of course they had catered food and drink to die for.
But at least when you turn 13 you’re old enough to remember the party when you’re older. Which is a good thing, because the price tag for that shindig was $60 K!
The parents who put this one one were actually some of my favorites. They weren’t all that way. Some were rude and dismissive treating us like we were illegal aliens who should’ve been grateful to get any employment and escape from our cardboard box homes for the few lucky hours we were in their presence.
So I thought I’d seen some real over the top kids parties; well that is considering I don’t live in LA anyway. But I saw something last night that blew me away. It was Outrageous Kids Parties on TLC. Make sure you click through the slideshow and watch the clip as well.
It was like looking a car wreck. You know you shouldn’t look, but you can’t help yourself.
Before it all got going they showed a discussion she had with her family about the party. A budget of $10K was mentioned. The husband who seemed like a pretty normal guy, thought that amount was high; as did their other 2 kids, both teenagers.
When mom and her little princess met with the party planner she said she was thinking of a budget of 15. The planner said “hundred”? And with a dismissive wave the 5 yr.old, said “No, thousand.”
The “you ignorant slut” wasn’t said to the woman but it was implied. You’ve just gotta love a condescending 5 yr. old.
The mom paid their 18 yr. old son and his friend $100 each to dress up in costumes and hand deliver and read aloud the party invitations which cost $3K ! Yes you read correctly, $3K!
When they were already much deeper into the preparations, her husband, sensing that his wife had gone buck wild, asked for a more accurate number on just what it was going to cost. She stalled.
After that things just got crazier and crazier. The venue alone was $20K! There were professional dancers, a $2300 cake, 300 costumes rented for the 150 party attendees, and two separate hair and makeup artists just to attend to the little princess on her big day. And of course she and her pint sized posse arrived at the event in a horse drawn carriage which was an exact replica of the one Cinderella tools around in at Disney World.
As the father was standing in the midst of all the excess at the venue on party day, he looked around and said “I’m gonna be broke”.
And just what is the price tag for all this happiness?
Can you really put a price on happiness?
Well the price for that 3 hours of happiness came in at $32,304.48. I could be off a few pennies on the pennies. I was shaking my head so hard when I heard that number that the last few numbers didn’t stick.
All I know is that her mom must be able to suck the chrome off a bumper hitch.
And when the $2300 cake came out and the life size bird on it was purple, not blue, the little diva actually threw a fit. I would have so pushed her spoiled little painted face and perfectly coiffed hair face right into that cake.
But then I’m well known to be a party pooper.
That mom deserves the heinous bitch on wheels that 6 yr.old old is going to become in a few years. I just feel sorry for the dad.
I feel better.I just had to say all that.
Now I have to go and paint some more props and start filling 5,000 bags with sand and gems for the rodeo. Yee-haw!