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Today was Bethany's surprise party.
Tess and I labored for weeks (hours) over what amazing party theme to do. We couldn't think of anything. Really.
I thought "Broadway!" Tess thought Broadway was too general for a party theme.
Tess thought "vicars and tarts." I thought, "wtf?"
We really should've asked Glenna.
We finally settled on an insane Water Balloon war. We broke out the water guns, filled four buckets and one LAUNDRY BASKET full of balloons, and decorated the yard with lei flowers and pink/green streamers.
Attendees:
Molly Gordon
Krissy Conroy
Dan Van Deusan
Dylan Lewis
Bethany Karpowitz
Me and Tess
Matt Baboulis
Mike Rooney
Faolain Barrett
Matt Goldstein
Joanna Zwickel
Jackie Avitabile
Pat Rooney
During the intense guerilla warfare, MattB removed his shirt to reveal his shockingly white bod vs. his extremely tan arms/head. "I'm burning!" he yelled. Tess saved the day with her bottle of sunblock, and in the process of lathering up, Matt&Dylan became men.
Then the war got intense when buckets of ice water began to be thrown. An intense fight club wrestle arose between MattB and yours truly. But the first rule of fight club is "Don't talk about Fight Club." So. Your loss.
Then the men got a little rowdy over the good water gun:
NOW, the plan of our surprise party was for everyone to have a fat water balloon ready for when Bethany arrived. We were going to ambush her with guns and balloons.......but in our excitement of the ongoing water war, Bethany was brutally ignored when she arrived, as seen below. Just when I took this picture did I actually realize she was standing awkwardly in the yard, waiting for a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY."
Everyone was like "oh shit!" and scrambled to get a water balloon to carry out the surprise. Tess and I are completely to blame...we really failed at the whole surprise thing. I'm so so so sorry Beth. We'll get it right next time. errrrrrr...i suck.
BTW, while shopping for the pinata, i had severe limitations concerning the fact that the party would include hardcore vegans&vegetarians, meaning that beating an animal with a bat would be...unhospitable.
So Tess said, "Get a pinata that's not an animal."
Can I just say, party stores sell no such thing. After scouring the aisles of pigs, fish, donkeys, birds, and bunnies in "Party Warehouse" for nearly fifteen minutes, i told my mom to help.
"Help me find a pinata for the party," I said, "But make sure it's not an animal."
She came back five minutes later saying, "Katrina! Katrina! I found the perfect one!" She found this.
The thing was about five inches in height. Not to mention the fact that it was a cactus. wtf, Mom, wtf.
The rest of the party rocked, obviously, we smashed the pinata (a jukebox,) ate, and drank heartily. Tess and I each made a cake, i made cookie dough ice cream cake, and tess made germanchokolatekake. I fully intended to take pics of their delicious goodness, but i lost my camera for the remainder of the party, hence, no mas fotos.
While playing Girl Talk (requested by Matt Baboulis) we came to the realizations that games like this are the reason for the many problems that teenage girls have today. Like consider the game itself, giving out cards for girls to judge each other on "best body," "nicest skin," and "prettiest" can immediately lower a girl's self-esteem if they're not picked for anything...and then the whole thing with the "if you don't do a dare, you get a zit sticker!" i mean, how much pressure is that for six to thirteen-year-olds? To quote Dylan, this game is the reason so many girls are anorexic and drug addicts today!!!!
...but is it wrong to still love it? I mean, apart from all the emotional scarring, it's great family fun.
After a few scandalous rounds of old-school-truth-or-dare, people had to leave, and me, beth, and tess just collapsed on the couch and talked.
Then to top it off, it started thunderstorming when i got home. My favorite things in the world are thunderstorms. I found a neighbor-friend and enjoyed the rain.
Today was a really good day.
Tess and I labored for weeks (hours) over what amazing party theme to do. We couldn't think of anything. Really.
I thought "Broadway!" Tess thought Broadway was too general for a party theme.
Tess thought "vicars and tarts." I thought, "wtf?"
We really should've asked Glenna.
We finally settled on an insane Water Balloon war. We broke out the water guns, filled four buckets and one LAUNDRY BASKET full of balloons, and decorated the yard with lei flowers and pink/green streamers.
Attendees:
Molly Gordon
Krissy Conroy
Dan Van Deusan
Dylan Lewis
Bethany Karpowitz
Me and Tess
Matt Baboulis
Mike Rooney
Faolain Barrett
Matt Goldstein
Joanna Zwickel
Jackie Avitabile
Pat Rooney
During the intense guerilla warfare, MattB removed his shirt to reveal his shockingly white bod vs. his extremely tan arms/head. "I'm burning!" he yelled. Tess saved the day with her bottle of sunblock, and in the process of lathering up, Matt&Dylan became men.
Then the war got intense when buckets of ice water began to be thrown. An intense fight club wrestle arose between MattB and yours truly. But the first rule of fight club is "Don't talk about Fight Club." So. Your loss.
Then the men got a little rowdy over the good water gun:
NOW, the plan of our surprise party was for everyone to have a fat water balloon ready for when Bethany arrived. We were going to ambush her with guns and balloons.......but in our excitement of the ongoing water war, Bethany was brutally ignored when she arrived, as seen below. Just when I took this picture did I actually realize she was standing awkwardly in the yard, waiting for a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY."
Everyone was like "oh shit!" and scrambled to get a water balloon to carry out the surprise. Tess and I are completely to blame...we really failed at the whole surprise thing. I'm so so so sorry Beth. We'll get it right next time. errrrrrr...i suck.
BTW, while shopping for the pinata, i had severe limitations concerning the fact that the party would include hardcore vegans&vegetarians, meaning that beating an animal with a bat would be...unhospitable.
So Tess said, "Get a pinata that's not an animal."
Can I just say, party stores sell no such thing. After scouring the aisles of pigs, fish, donkeys, birds, and bunnies in "Party Warehouse" for nearly fifteen minutes, i told my mom to help.
"Help me find a pinata for the party," I said, "But make sure it's not an animal."
She came back five minutes later saying, "Katrina! Katrina! I found the perfect one!" She found this.
The thing was about five inches in height. Not to mention the fact that it was a cactus. wtf, Mom, wtf.
The rest of the party rocked, obviously, we smashed the pinata (a jukebox,) ate, and drank heartily. Tess and I each made a cake, i made cookie dough ice cream cake, and tess made germanchokolatekake. I fully intended to take pics of their delicious goodness, but i lost my camera for the remainder of the party, hence, no mas fotos.
While playing Girl Talk (requested by Matt Baboulis) we came to the realizations that games like this are the reason for the many problems that teenage girls have today. Like consider the game itself, giving out cards for girls to judge each other on "best body," "nicest skin," and "prettiest" can immediately lower a girl's self-esteem if they're not picked for anything...and then the whole thing with the "if you don't do a dare, you get a zit sticker!" i mean, how much pressure is that for six to thirteen-year-olds? To quote Dylan, this game is the reason so many girls are anorexic and drug addicts today!!!!
...but is it wrong to still love it? I mean, apart from all the emotional scarring, it's great family fun.
After a few scandalous rounds of old-school-truth-or-dare, people had to leave, and me, beth, and tess just collapsed on the couch and talked.
Then to top it off, it started thunderstorming when i got home. My favorite things in the world are thunderstorms. I found a neighbor-friend and enjoyed the rain.
Today was a really good day.