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B.Y.O.B. Birthday Party

I live in the South and I’m damn proud of it.

I love the South, the waters, the food, the Bubba’s, and the insane weather. I love the people of the South, even the ones that make you scratch your head and say what the hell were they thinking?

My friend Nana Kaye also lives in the South. If you can be more southern than me, then Nana Kaye is. Actually she is a whole lot Cajun, but that’s just southern to an extreme. She is one class act. Her family, not so much.

If you happen to see them together, her with her family that is, you might think she was adopted or stolen from the gypsies.

The latest evidence of this came in the form of a party invitation Nana Kaye received.

It seems that the niece of Nana Kaye’s husband was turning one year old. Her mother and father, like all good parents, were planning a birthday party for their child.

Because most 1 year olds don’t have a lot of friends to invite, and even if they did, it is customary to invite all the relatives to celebrate the fact that the child has survived one entire year.

Survival was often a question knowing the child’s parents.

The mother, in preparation for the themed party, created invitations, or perhaps she purchased them. I’m not sure on this detail.

She, however, was sure of the details.

She put the date on the invitations.

She put the time on the invitations.

She put the location on the invitations.

She put B.Y.O.Beer on the invitation.

Yup. Bring your own beer to my 1 year old’s birthday party.

I am not sure what directions Emily Post would give for the first birthday party for any child but I am sure the proper handling of said birthday does not include copious amounts of beer. That includes beer furnished by the host or brought by the guests.

I try to look at the odd things that happen in the South as being unique.

We do things different in the South.

We have charm.

We have grace.

We have festivals.

We have B.Y.O. Beer parties for our children’s first birthday parties.

I never heard the details of how the party actually turned out.

Perhaps that’s because with B.Y.O. Beer parties, any of the attendees who are of the age to talk were beeryond the point of speaking.

Nana Kaye did not get to attend the party. I’m sorry for that. I’m sure there would have been quite a story to tell.

Bless your heart Nana Kaye.

From the life and mind of:
Wanda M. Argersinger
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  1. What I want to know is: did they register the kid at Starvin’ Marvins, and how many giftcards did he get from the state store?

  2. That invitation wouldn’t shock many people up here in Northeast Wisconsin (sadly). There’s a whole lot of hillbilly up here too. I enjoyed your blog (I enjoy them all actually). Hope to see you next year at the Erma gig.

  3. What I want to know is were the kids allowed to smoke Marlboros, or did they smoke those imitations?

  4. I did notice there wasn’t much mention of what kinds of gifts to bring for the 1 year old, or did the poor child survive the party. haha

  5. So funny – and scary, even though I know many who do the same.

    @Heidi, when I moved to WI I was shocked to find my little village had more taverns than churches. Later I learned that some served pretty good Friday Night Fish Fry.

  6. OK, so next year at age 2 and beginning to leave the diapers behind will it be a B.Y.O.P party? (bring your own pot)

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