I’m not a big fan of noise. I guess that’s why I don’t like going out much or hosting parties.
This past New Year’s Eve though, a friend coaxed me into hosting a party. I limited the number of guests to keep the noise level down, but close to midnight, people started to get louder. Then a friend came up with a bad idea: “Why don’t we turn on the TV and do a countdown and watch the ball drop,” she said. Her eyes lit up with excitement.
“I don’t know, it sounds kind of loud,” I said, a blank expression on my face. It wasn’t my idea of fun. The previous New Year’s, Sebastien and I spent the evening watching Downfall. I think the loudest part of the night was Hitler yelling at his staff in the bunker. That’s as much excitement and noise as I can handle. So I don’t know what I’ll do for the wedding.
I’ll have to give the DJ some extra money to keep the noise level down, maybe tell people that a speaker broke. And he can keep the volume of the microphone down so any speeches can be recited in library voices.