Yesterday morning, I first typed the first sentence: “I went to late bed last night.”
Why did I think I had to transfer and edit one gigabyte of photos taken for my son’s birthday party?
Over 200 pictures from the cat holding a balloon that greeted party goers to the collapse Moon Walk from Ed’s Rentals.
Then as I was reading the Chicago Sun-Times and eating my oatmeal in a very late breakfast, I saw this article about how birthday parties have gotten more, shall I say, elaborate.
They have been elaborate for ten years.
So, I didn’t have to read the article.
Last year it was just “Party!”
Chuck E. Cheese was enjoyed by the 9-year olds, who would soon find themselves “too big” to go there.
After our son selects a theme, my wife goes into action. In the past, the birthday parties have been the following:
- # 1
- Race Car
This year, the theme was cats.
But, you’ve guessed that from the cookies decorated with cats already.
I guess that was in honor of our now one-year old cat, Keely of McHenry County Republican Cat Tax fame (infamy, if you were on the losing side).
After the kids started arriving, Keely retreated to his rabid bat hunting perch. He looks pretty dejected, doesn’t he?
I married an Italian.
I have my list of things to do at these birthday parties, but, once they start, I just go with the flow.
Without fear of being contradicted, I can tell you that Italian families always have more food than those attending can eat.
We order Italian beef, mostaccioli and chicken.
Last year or the year before I suggested pizza. I knew I would prefer it and I thought the kids might, too.
So were the kids, having jumped around in the Moon Walk to the point where medically alert bride brought out ice cooled wet wash clothes to cool their brows.
The main dishes arrived after the adults came.
And, as usual, there was more than enough.
And, before that he finished General Grievous’ Star Fighter.
As you can guess, my son told everyone that he wanted Star Wars Legos.
The Moon Walk was deflated in the back yard.
He had been trained well to look out of those McHenry County Republican Cat Tax Collectors.
Fortunately, this was a false alarm.
But when facing a threat, it is well to stay in training.
And, no, the tee shirt is not mine.
I am not that brave.