There are two types of people in the world: Those that love theme parties and those who think they're stupid.

Guess where I fall? Here's a hint: I LOVE THEME PARTIES.

(Last year I was invited to a 90's birthday party and I spent weeks researching the 90s, even though I lived them. I bought scrunchies (which are still awesome) and pulled out my fake Doc Martens and "vintage" vests. I made a mix CD -- of course -- of 90s music for the birthday boy and used the image at the top of this post as the CD liner. We brought <em>Goldschläger</em> so we could do shots. [The hosts had an ice luge for shots, because we were all in college in the 90s, and well...] I watched scenes from <em>Clueless</em> on YouTube, as if. I wore Chanel Vamp and almost choked myself with a fake choker I put together out of shoelaces and an old pin. Call me a "L"oser, see if I care!)

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I have a little theme party problem. But guess what? It's fun! You should try getting into the spirit too!

Maybe it's because I'm the type that finds that <a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/2011/01/creativity-is-often-born-out-of-limitation-1.html">boundaries boost my creativity</a>. Maybe it's because I'm a kid at heart (why should kids have all the themed parties, i.e. all the fun?) Maybe it's because I'm a ridiculous fool that just doesn't care.

I LOVE THEME PARTIES.

I'm thinking about this because there's a theme party at Mom 2.0 -- a white party on the beach -- and like every time there's a theme party I'm reminded that everyone doesn't share my, um, <em>enthusiasm,</em> for themes. I can't help it -- all I can think of is how a dress code/theme makes it so much easier to decide what to wear.

I don't go around wearing head to toe white -- that's too <em>santería</em> for me -- but I already have a pair of white jeans, and I'm sure I can find a white top somewhere. Party attire = done. Most people have white shorts, or a white skirt or T-shirt or something. If I didn't own any white items at all, I'd probably buy a bathing suit coverup (the party's on the sand, at night) and call it a day. And if I truly didn't own any white items or care to buy any, I'd borrow the hotel bathrobe and be done with it. Or strip the bed and make a toga. Whatever, the point is to have fun.

If you're going to be at this party with me, I won't hate you if you refuse to wear white. But why miss out on the fun? It's like showing up at a surprise party half an hour after the surprise. Yeah, you made it to the party, but you missed the whole point of it.