by Julianna Squicciarini
It was Tuesday, June 9, at around 6:30pm. My dad and Peter had just returned from some kind of shopping excursion (can it be?) at…Costco, or Lowe’s, or something like that. Peter walked into the kitchen, and my mom said, “Oh, Peter – I forgot to mention one other part of your birthday you don’t know about yet,” and gestured helpfully toward the family room. Peter, being his brilliant but semi-oblivious self, walked into the family room to be greeted by the loudest and most energetically male “SURPRISE!” I have ever heard.
That’s right, readers. Our brother finally had his first birthday party. He turned 16 on June 9 this year, and his loving and adoring family planned and executed the *perfect* surprise party in his honor. <bows to the applauding crowds>
After Peter’s arrival, the party really started. Several brave souls ventured onto the unofficial volleyball court, and their antics were punctuated with shouts of “FAIL!” from those who had chosen less physical exertion (JAMES. CLAYTON. PETER…).
The food was delicious, the desserts were excellent. Couldn’t have asked for a more crowd-friendly menu than burgers and hot dogs.
Our pool, by the end of the evening, looked to have lost about…500 gallons, conservatively speaking. This was after *several* cannonballs and many mass jumps. Turns out that when eight people jump into the pool at the same time, the water doesn’t have anywhere to go but up and out. Who knew?! Many people ended up in the pool a little earlier than they had planned…due to some strong shoves
But hey. That’s what makes a pool party fun, right? Right.
All in all, this was an excellent party. We’re looking for a repeat performance sometime in the very near future! In fact, why set a date? Spontaneity is the order of the day. Drop by anytime…
<conspiritorially looks both ways before hitting the Publish button>