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Party party party!
Aug. 18th, 2004 10:45 amI visited my rabbi to get some help planning my thesis and finding some good books to use for sources, but you probably don't want to hear about that.
Yesterday was Daniel's birthday party. My little brother Benjamin also came back from camp. For a few hours beforehand we moved furniture to make more space, set up tablecloths, napkins, cups and plates (since our party had a sort of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme, a lot of these items had the Turtles on them), and put out food. The guests - all friends of Daniel's, most of whom I don't know - started arriving after 6, which is when our party started. A few came in as much as two hours later, but this is apparently acceptable and even common in Daniel's social circles.
It was a great party. The food was good (I ate too much of it, and we still have a bunch of leftovers), Daniel read The Angry Clam aloud (it was his idea, and I teased Dad about it later, because Dad said that Daniel wouldn't read the book at the party), and there was a pony. And a horse. Daniel's always joking that he wants Mom to get him a pony, although he actually doesn't like animals. So Mom hired a guy with a pony to show up at the party. Boy, was Daniel surprised. And embarassed. It was priceless.
Since ponies can't carry anyone who weighs more than a hundred pounds, the pony guy also brought a horse and took everyone on horse rides around the backyard. Daniel didn't want to go but his friends teased him into it. Benjamin got this stupid cowboy hat I once gave him and insisted that Daniel wear it, while everyone took pictures. Daniel was a good sport about it. I asked him how much therapy he thought he'd need for this experience, and he said college would be a drop in the bucket by comparison.
Most of Daniel's friends rode the horse. Benjamin, Mom and I did too. Who would have anticipated that at a teenager's birthday party?
The birthday cake was pretty good, although I would have preferred ice cream cake to rich chocolate. It was too rich for Benjamin, who only ate a few bites. After most of the guests had left, some of Daniel's friends helped to take in the folding tables and chairs we'd set up on the back patio. We cleaned up relatively quickly. Mom had put some Hershey's Kisses out in bowls, and at this time I snagged a few to eat later. No, I haven't eaten them already. After all I ate yesterday I still feel a bit sick and won't be having any chocolate for a while. I hope I can resist the leftovers so I'll actually lose a little weight this week. But those turkey bacon wraps are soooooo good....
Daniel's friends all call him "Lockerboy" or "Lockie." I've actually known this for a while, but I feel I should mention it, because that's what everyone called him at the party. They even sang "Happy Birthday to Lockerboy." His nickname is one of many inside jokes with his friends that I just don't understand.
Yesterday was Daniel's birthday party. My little brother Benjamin also came back from camp. For a few hours beforehand we moved furniture to make more space, set up tablecloths, napkins, cups and plates (since our party had a sort of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme, a lot of these items had the Turtles on them), and put out food. The guests - all friends of Daniel's, most of whom I don't know - started arriving after 6, which is when our party started. A few came in as much as two hours later, but this is apparently acceptable and even common in Daniel's social circles.
It was a great party. The food was good (I ate too much of it, and we still have a bunch of leftovers), Daniel read The Angry Clam aloud (it was his idea, and I teased Dad about it later, because Dad said that Daniel wouldn't read the book at the party), and there was a pony. And a horse. Daniel's always joking that he wants Mom to get him a pony, although he actually doesn't like animals. So Mom hired a guy with a pony to show up at the party. Boy, was Daniel surprised. And embarassed. It was priceless.
Since ponies can't carry anyone who weighs more than a hundred pounds, the pony guy also brought a horse and took everyone on horse rides around the backyard. Daniel didn't want to go but his friends teased him into it. Benjamin got this stupid cowboy hat I once gave him and insisted that Daniel wear it, while everyone took pictures. Daniel was a good sport about it. I asked him how much therapy he thought he'd need for this experience, and he said college would be a drop in the bucket by comparison.
Most of Daniel's friends rode the horse. Benjamin, Mom and I did too. Who would have anticipated that at a teenager's birthday party?
The birthday cake was pretty good, although I would have preferred ice cream cake to rich chocolate. It was too rich for Benjamin, who only ate a few bites. After most of the guests had left, some of Daniel's friends helped to take in the folding tables and chairs we'd set up on the back patio. We cleaned up relatively quickly. Mom had put some Hershey's Kisses out in bowls, and at this time I snagged a few to eat later. No, I haven't eaten them already. After all I ate yesterday I still feel a bit sick and won't be having any chocolate for a while. I hope I can resist the leftovers so I'll actually lose a little weight this week. But those turkey bacon wraps are soooooo good....
Daniel's friends all call him "Lockerboy" or "Lockie." I've actually known this for a while, but I feel I should mention it, because that's what everyone called him at the party. They even sang "Happy Birthday to Lockerboy." His nickname is one of many inside jokes with his friends that I just don't understand.
