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Part-tay...
03.28.09 (2:45 pm)   [edit]
Good afternoon Boys and Girls.

It's Saturday afternoon in Des Moines. I'd planned on heading for home today, but I have a little work to finish up Monday morning, so I won't leave til noon-ish Monday. Maybe it's a good thing. I don't want to steal SweetLady's story about "last night" but, what the hell. I'll just tell about it from my perspective; my side of the story, as it were; ya know, the TRUTH...

So, last year, SL's youngest daughter's sixth birthday party was a nice little affair. They'd invited 12 kids and six ended up being able to attend, meaning it was easily manageable, and by the end of it, I felt like I'd gotten to know all the kids at least a little.

This year, in this house, which is a nicer place in which to hold a kid's birthday party what with the nice back room and good sized living room, SweetLady decided they could handle a few more kids - or this is what I assumed prompted her to invite EIGHTEEN kids. Her logic, of course was based on last year's ratio of attendees to invitees, which was exactly 1 to 2, meaning I think she was hoping for nine or ten kids.

I'm having a lab look into my suspicions to see if I'm right about this, but I'm pretty sure there must have been some sort of hallucinogen in the adhesive used to seal the invitation envelopes this year, cuz darned if 17 of the invited 18 kids didn't show up last night for LittleBit's birthday. Yes. I said seventeen (17; one-seven) seven-year-olds. Seventeen.

It seemed to be about half and half as far as boys and girls, maybe one more of one or the other, but they all got along very well, so it didn't really matter. It was WILD. Most of the time about half the kids were running around outside, which was my primary posting for guard duty. I broke up a few tussles and soothed a couple of kids' feelings when they felt slighted in some way by the course of the action - maybe they didn't get a chance to shoot a particular ball into the basketball hoop, or have one of the rubber balls come their way often enough to keep them happy - but for the most part, other than feeling a little freaked out by the constancy of their collective energy, I didn't have to do much more than encourage them not to accidentally kill one another.

LittleBit made QUITE the haul, gift wise, and the cake and ice cream, along with the mini pizzas we served seemed satisfactory to the whole of the oh-so-youthful crowd.

SweetLady was the consummate hostess even though she did employ a whistle to gain the attention of the brood a few times - a ploy that seemed to give her great joy - though whether it was entirely effective might be up for debate among the rest of the adults who had to endure her lung capacity along with the kids. I thought we should call her "Sargent SweetLady".

The official party was over at eight o'clock and all but a couple of the kids, who'd planned to spend the night ahead of time, were out of here by just after eight. I was in bed by ten and asleep by five after and didn't wake til seven this morning, my eyes still seeing blurs of children streaking by me and my hands shaking involuntarily.

Great fun.


Be good to everyone.
 


posted by: OldSchool (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (12:50 pm)

Sounds like it went relatively smoothly for the number of kids in attendance.

My daughter turns five this Fall, so I am not really looking forward to those crazy kids birthday parties which I will have in my future for the next several years at least.

Safe travels when you head back on Monday!



posted by: PirateGirl (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (1:02 pm)

Hee-hee! Good times!



posted by: bawdy (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (1:04 pm)

Next year she should invite a hundred!



posted by: Ladyg (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (1:28 pm)

Good time was had by all.



posted by: fractalmom (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (1:52 pm)

brave, but oh so foolish souls....ROFL



posted by: barnabus1 (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (2:30 pm)

Since SL can handle 16 or 17...bet she could handle 25 next year, and you could bring a big club to keep em in line!! Sounds like you had great fun!!



posted by: auntconi (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (3:16 pm)

apparently a great time was had by all ~ GREAT!



posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:47 pm)

Reply to: OldSchool

It went just fine, but I'd like to suggest that if you can afford it, that, in fact, Chucky Cheese has his purpose.




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:51 pm)

Reply to: PirateGirl

Good fun, although SweetLady hasn't been good for much today. She sits here on my left as I type claiming she's doing homework (reading "A Raisin in the Sun") but I'm pretty sure she's really just sleeping with her eyes open. She looks beautiful though, so at least I've got that going for me.






posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:53 pm)

Reply to: bawdy

Bite your friggen tongue bawdy.




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:57 pm)

Reply to: Ladyg

I think so. Do you happen to need any "Littlest Pet Shop" stuff? There seems to be an overabundance of that crap around here. Bet I could sneak out a wheel-barrel or two full and no one would notice.




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:57 pm)

Reply to: fractalmom

Zactly.




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:59 pm)

Reply to: barnabus1

Oh barnabus, I HAD a club. Next year? I'm thinking tazer.




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.28.09 (5:59 pm)

Reply to: auntconi

And where were you? Weren't you supposed to help?




posted by: PirateGirl (reply)
post date: 03.29.09 (12:29 pm)

Reply to: surrogate

Watch it there Surr - Sweetlady's not just eye-candy - She's a bonafied A student ya know! ;)




posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.29.09 (6:20 pm)

Reply to: PirateGirl

Oh I know it. She tells me all the time, cuz she's not humble and perfect like me.




posted by: PirateGirl (reply)
post date: 03.29.09 (7:51 pm)

Reply to: surrogate

Ah, but who is Surr? - Who is? ;)





posted by: surrogate (reply)
post date: 03.29.09 (7:53 pm)

Reply to: PirateGirl

True. Sometimes I forget. Alas.



posted by: PirateGirl (reply)
post date: 03.29.09 (7:55 pm)

Reply to: surrogate

It's not easy being green




posted by: inkspector (reply)
post date: 04.16.09 (6:20 am)

WOW -- that was sure a lot of guests! If it were me, after the last one left, as the door shut, I think I would have fallen on the floor with exhustion.

Glad everyone had a good time including you!

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