This year, I promised myself I would have smaller birthday party. So what did I do?
Not wanting to leave anyone out, I invited a modest 58 people to my party and scheduled it for a week night (my actual birthday) knowing that only about 10 people would show up. Clearly, this method works, and I encourage you to try it.
Something completely unrelated that I happened to discover yesterday: when you are about to turn a certain age, there comes a time when you realize you are not a growing adult-child anymore and you simply cannot eat 3 slices of pizza in one sitting. As a matter of fact, you probably should not be eating pizza at all. Oops.