Who am I - the hostess hooker?

I am so crotchety today- every time I move I swear my shoulder makes a popping sound. (I have no clue if I spelled crotchety right- it kind of looks funny with crotch at the start. Yes- I am completely mature and not at all adolescent).
Anyway- I am SOOOO sore. Yesterday we hosted a baggo tournament at our house. Baggo is also called cornhole in some regions of the country (because the bags were filled with corn!- I was so excited to share this knowledge with my friends, thanks nesties!).


Anyway, Baggo is this game where there are 2 boards with holes in them set at a slight angle. They are placed 20 ft (?) apart, and you get bean bags- the idea is the throw the bag in the hole of the board that is far from you. 1 pt if your bag lands on the board (which is actually pretty hard) and 3 pts if it goes in the hole. Pts earned cancel each other out (so if I got 2 bags in and the person I was playing got 1 bag in- I get 3 pts) and the game is to 21.

I know it sounds ridiculous that I am sore from this- in fact I know for a fact that last summer when we had our baggo tournament, and the rule was "no girls allowed" (wow- the men in my life are really mature as well), all the guys complained about being sore the following days and I laughed at them. I definitely made fun of them. Never again will I mock... my right arm and shoulder are killing me.

I am also exhausted. Between planning a party, hostessing, playing like 10 games of baggo, and having company from 2pm-2am, I am beat.

Let's talk about this party for a second. I am a party planner- a hostess who always has to have more than enough, prefers to make everything fresh myself instead of buying it, and am really just a bit OCD about entertaining- my guests can want for nothing (I hope). I am a bit controlling and compulsive about hostessing... I take a few days to prepare- doing most of the prep work by myself. Last time I gave Eric a to-do list, I had asked him to wipe down the coffee table in our basement/entertainment room, and he grabbed 'Shout-it-out' from the laundry room down there and sprayed it all over everything- idiot LOL. Now his responsibilities are kind of limited to getting beer/wine/liquor./ice etc, and he makes the bed pretty darn well ;)

I take a lot of pride in the fact that people enjoy coming to our house- and I LOVE doing it. So tell me if you think this is strange. Our one friend- whom I will call "That Guy" because he really is just a huge asshole that you love to hate and hate to love- but he has been friends with Eric since high school, and even though I can't stand him (he drunkenly put Eric's head in a bus window driving home from the rehearsal dinner the night before our wedding b/c he was annoyed the bus driver was lost), I am forced to have a fake friendship with him b/c my H.
But anyway- this isn't about That Guy, he is just the connection to the girl in my story. He lives a few blocks from us and a couple girls (who I have met a few times before) that live in his building came to the house. No problem at all- the more the merrier, and YAY for more people b/c I always have a ton of leftovers after having people over- so great. So the 2 girls hang out- one goes home, then a little while later the other leaves. I go into the kitchen for something and notice that on the counter is a note that says "Thanks for a great night, L" with a $20 bill underneath.
Who am I - the hostess hooker?
It is totally a nice gesture, but it is still really frigging weird right? We didn't want money from anyone, figure it is something we enjoy doing, plus it was mostly our close friends and it kind of goes back and forth. And this girl who was only here for an hour and a half, 2 hours- left us money and a note? Again- nice gesture, but totally bizarre.