I made a small little menu for my 18th party a couple of days ago, and then I misspelt Eton. I had to make them fairly last minute on the night and ended up printing them all on different types of paper i found around the house.
It was incredibly lovely people with most if not all of the people whom I love and tasty food which I managed to cook. In the evening I was left with some tipsy lazy girlfriends on my floor which was wonderful. Being a host went better than expected.