All right, confession time: As much as I [heart] being an earth-worshipping hippie, I can’t wait for March 1st. There are many, many things I’m going to keep up after completing this challenge, but for the first 24 hours after it’s finished, I’m planning on indulging in as many sins as possible: Public transit? Puh-lease — I’m renting a Hummer, driving to the corner store and back at least eight times, and refusing to carpool. Cook my own food? As if! It’s called delivery — and I want each and every one of my ethically corrupt California rolls to be individually packaged in Styrofoam.
OK, so that’s exaggerating somewhat. But I am hosting a big un-greening party (it’s doubling as a housewarming party), and that means sending out invitations. The irony, of course, is that I have to send these out while I’m still being green, which brings us to today’s post.
Now, back on Day 162, I promised to buy eco-friendly greeting cards, like the ones made from recycled paper with wildflower seeds embedded into them. That’s cute and all, but they are also expensive, and this is an UN-greening party, so it’s kind of inappropriate. In the end, I decided an electronic invite was the best way to go.
So recently, I created an event on good ol’ effbook, uploaded the above photo of me giving the finger to my stupid CFL bulbs (I freakin’ hate those things — and don’t even try to tell me about the kinds you can get with “soft” lighting because you clearly don’t know from lighting; fluorescent anything is inherently evil), entered in all the vitals and sent it off. Next up will be a straightforward e-vite for all the people who aren’t on my friend list, like my Mom (love ya, Mom, but you’re not allowed to read my wall).
In this day and age, everyone has an email address, or at the very least access to the Internet, so there’s no one I’ll be leaving out. And while I do think there’s something old-school and romantic about real, tangible invites to things, it’s not like this is my wedding day or anything — it’s just a house party (and although I can’t invite all you amazing readers, believe me, you’ll be there in spirit, reaming me out for the countless glasses of Veuve I’ll be downing).
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