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The Numbers are In
Nov. 9th, 2002 01:13 pmIt appears I had 251 paying guests this year... my lowest number in three years, and enough to earn me a $1500 loss on this year's Monstrosity. Less than last year, but way more than I expected.
I figured I had at least 450 guests. Out of the 900 invitations I gave out, I had 47 who got in by password and only 204 with invitation. That means that scarcely one in four who asked me for an invitation attended the event, given that about 100 were given to iffy people.
Oh well... another year of poverty and catching up for Wes. I couldn't afford this, and figured I had it down since I was charging at the door. Of course, I now own a lot of crucial tools, and all my building supplies are collated in a safe establishment. I will get to throw another party at the end of March and hopefully reap nothing but profit off the efforts we make in perfecting the haunt. That night will be a springtime halloween party, but we'll charge for a run through the haunted house. If I can get 400 people through at $5/head, that will make up for my big hit this fall... even if it is untimely...
Additionally, I might have some tack-on expenses that I didn't consider. Due to short-sightedness and fever, I will probably have to buy Kurt's compressor (another item I do need in the long run, however), and possibly Mike a new battery for his Dewalt drill. After we go through that place with a fine-toothed, that will hopefully be all. I was actually HAPPY to do these things when I thought I was making a pretty penny. Hell, I was gonna upgrade Kurt's compressor as a show of thanks. He was very helpful, and it was going to be something nice I could do. Nothing like having your supply of nice turned off, is there?
It just leaves me feeling, as I do each year, that my party is just a big exercise in self-flaggellation... an excuse to rally my friends to build something pointless and bizarre, and drive them into some kind of poverty as well. BJ and Dustin gave up so much work time to help. Paul almost got fired because he asked for a day off. The twins put thousands of dollars into those vortex tunnel rings. Spencer and I have lost a week of existance buried under fever and phlegm. Dave ends up bitter at the entire idea of volunteerism. I'm going to end up bitter as well.
On a side note, I'm going to try and recall all the people who were at my party and see if it ends up bigger than 287 people... (251 paying, 36 free) I might ask for some help from some other memories better than my fever-addled one.
I figured I had at least 450 guests. Out of the 900 invitations I gave out, I had 47 who got in by password and only 204 with invitation. That means that scarcely one in four who asked me for an invitation attended the event, given that about 100 were given to iffy people.
Oh well... another year of poverty and catching up for Wes. I couldn't afford this, and figured I had it down since I was charging at the door. Of course, I now own a lot of crucial tools, and all my building supplies are collated in a safe establishment. I will get to throw another party at the end of March and hopefully reap nothing but profit off the efforts we make in perfecting the haunt. That night will be a springtime halloween party, but we'll charge for a run through the haunted house. If I can get 400 people through at $5/head, that will make up for my big hit this fall... even if it is untimely...
Additionally, I might have some tack-on expenses that I didn't consider. Due to short-sightedness and fever, I will probably have to buy Kurt's compressor (another item I do need in the long run, however), and possibly Mike a new battery for his Dewalt drill. After we go through that place with a fine-toothed, that will hopefully be all. I was actually HAPPY to do these things when I thought I was making a pretty penny. Hell, I was gonna upgrade Kurt's compressor as a show of thanks. He was very helpful, and it was going to be something nice I could do. Nothing like having your supply of nice turned off, is there?
It just leaves me feeling, as I do each year, that my party is just a big exercise in self-flaggellation... an excuse to rally my friends to build something pointless and bizarre, and drive them into some kind of poverty as well. BJ and Dustin gave up so much work time to help. Paul almost got fired because he asked for a day off. The twins put thousands of dollars into those vortex tunnel rings. Spencer and I have lost a week of existance buried under fever and phlegm. Dave ends up bitter at the entire idea of volunteerism. I'm going to end up bitter as well.
On a side note, I'm going to try and recall all the people who were at my party and see if it ends up bigger than 287 people... (251 paying, 36 free) I might ask for some help from some other memories better than my fever-addled one.
