Last year at D Man’s 3rd birthday party I organised a game or two prior but I cracked the wine before anyone got there and by the time it was in full swing I was two sheets to the wind and just let it go. The dinosaur archeology sandpit quest went undug, my egg and spoon race went unrun, and basically I failed the party.
I had a great time until my friendly neighbour kindly pointed out to me that it not my party, but my kids, and I should step up my game.
Was she challenging me?
Or just bagging the crap outta me?
But I copped it on the chin and stepped up my game. I made games, wrapped Pass the Parcel, overstuffed and piñata (rookie error. Did you know there was such as thing as too many lollies????) and layered jelly with monsters eyeballs.
I set up a face painting station and I didn’t drink wine until anyone arrived.
Shit, man, I had bunting. My cyber friend Bron from Maxabella Loves swears it ain’t a kid’s party until you have bunting.
I so had this Monster party in the bag, my friends.
In. The. Bag.
My cake was utterly spectacular to look at, but in the name of full disclosure I must shamefacedly admit to a fail. That damned thing was so dense you needed a chainsaw to cut it.
I’m not being modest, it was almost unanimous. It sucked.
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