I was reluctant to go to the birthday party. Of course I wanted to see the Offspring and I wanted to give the birthday boy his present, but I wasn’t in the mood for any uncomfortable feelings in any capacity. So I put my feelings aside and decided to go for the children. When we first arrived I scanned the room and based on how some of the attendees were dressed, thought I was at Club Alizé. Painted on jeans and five inch hooker heels hardly seemed appropriate for a children’s party, but I quickly spotted the boys and TBL’s parents so I knew I was in the right place.
The party was at a local pizza joint that I had alerted TBL to a couple of weeks ago. I saw that they did kids parties and knew it would be perfect for one of the boys. The kids got to make their own pizzas. How fun is that? I had some other ideas for making it a fun occasion, but TBL’s girlfriend (and her friend) had clearly taken over. Guess I have to get used to that, huh?
There were balloons, pin the tail on the donkey and a game which could only be described as “throw the beanbag into the bucket.” Tiny and Toya even wore matching homemade t-shirts with the birthday boy’s name and age emblazoned on them. Who knew they still made puffy paint?
The boy loved his present from me and Foxy. We got him a really cool motorcycle that lights up and makes all kinds of noises. He liked it so much he carried it around even after he opened all of his other presents. He even had it later that day when we went to his big brother’s football game. I know what my sweet boy likes!
I am so thankful that I made the decision to go. Not only did I walk away with a week’s worth of laughs, but I got to spend time with my favorite boys.