Getting excited (and scared) about the Party

I felt ill all yesterday but the dance class invariably makes me feel better. Short of breaking a leg I wouldn't miss dancing even if I wasn't obliged to be there, and since a good portion of the class appeared to be suffering one way or another too they obviously feel the same way. In a way it was lucky that not many turned up for the beginners bit though because I was really too tired for doing step practice, plus the LPH music system had been changed and it took Pete 1/2 hour to find the button to make the new one work (it had been switched off and taped over... duuh?) I thought I was going to have to shout all night because the little emergency speaker I bring works for the music but not the mic.
Irene made an announcement about Friday night's party, there had been a 'sub-committee' visit to 5th floor earlier on to discuss putting up decorations etc on Friday morning, and things are looking good, but hearing her description of my 'Fabulous dance programme' makes it seem much more finalized than it really is - and it can only be fabulous as long as everyone joins in, and the music works, and the mic works and the tables aren't in the way and everybody remembers to bring their shoes and the decorating doesn't take too long and stays up - am I a worrier or what ! :-)