Personal brand of crazy, birthday party edition

With all my planning and scheming during the month of August, I am hoping to achieve something like this:

Elegant, imaginative, nay, crafty...slightly enviable. The reality, I know, will be something more like this:

Seriously. Only my effort will have sloppy-joe sauce on the white table cloth. 

I'm actually pretty good at being okay with whatever happens at the party, but that doesn't stop me from masticating on it for years afterward. When it comes to party-pulling-off my brain is full on Satan in the center of Dante's Hell.

:::sigh:::

Wish me luck.

Lyric stuck in my head: do. do. do-de-do-do-do. do. do. do-de-do-do-do. do-de-do-de-do-dedo-do-doo.