Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Update on party central

Well...somebody fuck me...Saturday turned out to be unforgettable. Unforgettable in the way that having a root canal without pain meds, is unforgettable. Here is how it went...know in advance that I am NOT a morning person. No sir. Morning people don't run in my family....
Saturday at 8 mother-fucking-am, I am up, showered, and have some laundry started. No idea what came over me...but it is true. Oh. I forgot about having cinnamon rolls baking, too. Yeah. I had a big glass of June Cleaver...Anyway...both boys up and dressed (C had reserves this weekend) and ready for the semi-final football game...little is starting bench sitter...he does that job so well, we are so proud! We meet at the designated meeting point. We turn out to be the only family meeting there. So it was us and the 3 coaches. Ok. Caravan to the game...sit...for an hour and a half until the game starts...Game over, they win.(secretly hoping for an upset...just so the season ended, but that is completely wrong and I deny ever saying it.) We leave and get lunch...come home, get big ready for the party of the century. Recall, he is going to be a hula girl. So damn cute...they take turns putting on the wig...I paint his toe nails a bright orange shade...perfect hula girl color...and off we go to that party. For a 10 year old boy, he has a tremendous amount of confidence. He strolled in to that party like the shiznit. He is wearing a coconut bra and his mothers flip flops. But he had the time of his life!
The party in the ghetto? Not quite as good. We get there at 7. Which is after dark, for those of you not observing fall in western pennsylvania. I'm sorry. Did I mention it was in the ghetto? Yeah. It was. We go in...and it is ok...a normal room...filled with mostly normal kids...I think I am going to do the "drop and run" that I feel entitled to after my kid turns 6. BBBBBZZZZ Wrong! There is no drop and run. There is a table of mothers looking about as happy as I was. One mother actually had a cross word puzzle. Clearly, she had been here before. Good thinking, I thought! Anyway...2 mothers I know from football rolled in, so I at least had people to make fun of things with...and lord knows that is my favorite pastime. There was no bobbing for syringes...but the option made me laugh a second time! To be honest, the party was fine...except that at 8:30 a collective meltdown began. 8:30...kids in Halloween costumes...sugar...plenty of parents, but limited supervision...a lethal combo, really. As soon as there were tears and screams, I packed it up...I forced our present on the birthday girl and out the door we went. OOH...not so fast! In the door? The Cops. Yep. It might be the ghetto, if your 6th birthday party involves the po-lice. Drug dog. Christ, I was happy not to have any "thing" on me...how embarrassed would I be? Turns out, they just patrol the projects and he stopped in because he recognized kids from school. They are in 1st grade...Can't wait to see how they all turn out!
By the time we got home, I realized "I haven't eaten since that 1/2 cheeseburger at lunch" it was 9. I just went to bed.

2 comments:

ninjapoodles said...

Soooooo ready for October to be over. Is it Halloween yet?

Melissa said...

Oh wait! I forgot to mention the whole cinnamon roll/laundry thing! WTF, did you have a personality transplant? LMAO