We surprised LB with a moon bounce for the evening. I watched the girls, without cessation, go from moon bounce, to bonfire, to dance party, to moon bounce, to dance party, to moon bounce... you get the picture.
The wax moustaches added a nice touch, I thought.
I hope the 5th grade boys are o.k. with dating hirsute chicks.
Eventually the party moved indoors for pizza and presents and EXTREMELY LOUD conversation.
The sugar in the soda caught up with LB- at one point she was standing on the table opening gifts.
So many presents, so many tchotchkes. Of course, LB immediately gravitated to the statement pieces.
A clown nose is always appropriate, in all situations.
The party lasted much longer than its scheduled 3 hours. The last straggler grabbed her goody bag and headed out the door near the end of hour five.
The whole evening left me feeling decidedly melancholy; the baby of the family is now 11, and time keeps marching forward.
Coach and I cleaned up the detris, not getting to bed until midnight or so. As LB aptly stated "This party was a rager."
A rager. As verified by the state of my face at the close of the evening:
