Ty's Birthday Party
I have to get used to the fact that my in-laws make birthdays a big deal. I personally don't like birthdays since I turned 23 on the 23rd and had to work and go to school all day. For me, it was just a regular day. I did try to make up for it when I turned 25 by throwing myself an ice-cream party, but it wasn't the same. Birthdays are just another day to me... there is no movement in the cosmos, nor an alignment of the planets.... no party favors, no gifts, no singing, no dancing. My family does try to get together and take the birthday kid out to dinner, but it's generally not on "the day"... and I usually have to commute (not that I mind).
... needless to say, I was more than apathetic about Ty's birthday party. Firstly because I found out about it Friday after work after I'd already committed to play volleyball Monday evening. I had to talk to the Team Captian and tell him I couldn't make it.
Another cause for my apathy was the fact that it was an hour ride to Ty's family in Benson... and an hour for the return trip. 2 Hours of "wasted" time as I've been DYING to catch up on all my own hobbies since I completed the blasphemous FE test, and the thought of the evening's "wash out" made me a bit queezy coupled with last week's business.
Jordan picked me up from work and we arrived at a quarter 'till 7pm. Dinner was provided and the spread was delicious. Mini-Sandwiches, veggie pizza, beans, 'tato salad, nacho cheese and chips. I ate my fill for there was plenty. I wasn't feeling up to socializing-- I'm in one of my "cave" moods, where I'd be perfectly content not to see much outside my own apartment for about 2 weeks. Of course, while I could do that as a teen and even in my college years, I cannot afford it now...
Immediately following dinner, there was a pinata. I also hate pinatas. Don't I seem a prude hating birthdays and pinatas both? Strange enough I have my reasons for this as well. In second grade, I went to a party (Paul LoPresto's party) with a pinata. As it cracked open, I was pushed out of the way. I reached for some candy that had fallen towards the outside of the scrambling mass of kids, and my hand was stepped on by someone wearing heels. The weight bruised my poor little fingers and I haven't especially liked pinatas since... suffice it to say, I still don't like them and was hoping the thing would crack open before my "turn", so I wouldn't be considered a spoil-sport for not wanting to take a whack at the thing. Fortunately, Jordan beat the thing to death just before my fated turn a-whacking and I busied myself by shining the ginormous flashlight from my car upon the ground. I did snag myself some twizzlers too.... which I ate just before lunch. They were delicious.
I wish someone had told me Ty would be opening presents next, for I wanted to take a walk with Jordan for a bit. We came in as Ty was opening our present and I felt a little gipped that we missed it. I felt like we'd driven all that way for dinner and a pack of twizzlers. Great.
The cake followed shortly. Ty was a great sport about his re-lighting candles. The cake looked like one of my mother in-law's creations-- 2 tiers of white cake with raspberry filling and coloured frosting with almond flavour. It was tasty. I was still full, but devoured some anyway. As I played "catch" with Piper (one of the "little hellions" as I've started calling Jordan's nieces). I didn't mind this activity as I got to show off a little by spinning the ball on my fingers, bouncing it around, and swooping it around my back or down my arm (what can I say, I used to play basketball). Piper would try to do tricks too. Hers were just as amusing as she'd toss the ball from hand to hand with dexterous flaire.
That done, Jordan and I left for home... where I expressed my discontent at not seeing Ty open our gift. Oh, well. It sounds as if I'm turning into one of those grumpy old women... so I have to say, while the evening was decidedly inconvenient and alltogether disappointing, I did enjoy myself. I got to spend a fair bit of time talking with Jordan about many different things... and I did have fun (as much as I cringe to admit it) playing with Piper and watching the pinata get cracked open.
... needless to say, I was more than apathetic about Ty's birthday party. Firstly because I found out about it Friday after work after I'd already committed to play volleyball Monday evening. I had to talk to the Team Captian and tell him I couldn't make it.
Another cause for my apathy was the fact that it was an hour ride to Ty's family in Benson... and an hour for the return trip. 2 Hours of "wasted" time as I've been DYING to catch up on all my own hobbies since I completed the blasphemous FE test, and the thought of the evening's "wash out" made me a bit queezy coupled with last week's business.
Jordan picked me up from work and we arrived at a quarter 'till 7pm. Dinner was provided and the spread was delicious. Mini-Sandwiches, veggie pizza, beans, 'tato salad, nacho cheese and chips. I ate my fill for there was plenty. I wasn't feeling up to socializing-- I'm in one of my "cave" moods, where I'd be perfectly content not to see much outside my own apartment for about 2 weeks. Of course, while I could do that as a teen and even in my college years, I cannot afford it now...
Immediately following dinner, there was a pinata. I also hate pinatas. Don't I seem a prude hating birthdays and pinatas both? Strange enough I have my reasons for this as well. In second grade, I went to a party (Paul LoPresto's party) with a pinata. As it cracked open, I was pushed out of the way. I reached for some candy that had fallen towards the outside of the scrambling mass of kids, and my hand was stepped on by someone wearing heels. The weight bruised my poor little fingers and I haven't especially liked pinatas since... suffice it to say, I still don't like them and was hoping the thing would crack open before my "turn", so I wouldn't be considered a spoil-sport for not wanting to take a whack at the thing. Fortunately, Jordan beat the thing to death just before my fated turn a-whacking and I busied myself by shining the ginormous flashlight from my car upon the ground. I did snag myself some twizzlers too.... which I ate just before lunch. They were delicious.
I wish someone had told me Ty would be opening presents next, for I wanted to take a walk with Jordan for a bit. We came in as Ty was opening our present and I felt a little gipped that we missed it. I felt like we'd driven all that way for dinner and a pack of twizzlers. Great.
The cake followed shortly. Ty was a great sport about his re-lighting candles. The cake looked like one of my mother in-law's creations-- 2 tiers of white cake with raspberry filling and coloured frosting with almond flavour. It was tasty. I was still full, but devoured some anyway. As I played "catch" with Piper (one of the "little hellions" as I've started calling Jordan's nieces). I didn't mind this activity as I got to show off a little by spinning the ball on my fingers, bouncing it around, and swooping it around my back or down my arm (what can I say, I used to play basketball). Piper would try to do tricks too. Hers were just as amusing as she'd toss the ball from hand to hand with dexterous flaire.
That done, Jordan and I left for home... where I expressed my discontent at not seeing Ty open our gift. Oh, well. It sounds as if I'm turning into one of those grumpy old women... so I have to say, while the evening was decidedly inconvenient and alltogether disappointing, I did enjoy myself. I got to spend a fair bit of time talking with Jordan about many different things... and I did have fun (as much as I cringe to admit it) playing with Piper and watching the pinata get cracked open.