I just attended my very first Baptism and First Birthday party here in Hawaii. Happy Birthday, Trent Jericho Campos Gamiao! It was off the hook. I'm talking fancy wedding-reception level preparations. There was a bouncing castle, which we had to crawl into through a small opening in the front, and which didn't allow any kind of graceful dismount. You basically just had to either crawl or roll out down the slide. It was much easier for small children, but we adults had a little bit of awkwardness around this toy. I don't think it was created with us in mind, especially those of us with bad backs.
There was also a couple of balloon artists who could make almost any cartoon character you could imagine. They couldn't do any of the Animaniacs, which disappointed me. I did, however, score an Alladin and they let me draw my own face onto it. I made it into a very angry little Alladin. I got this special treatment because I work with one of the guys in the library. It definitely pays to have connections in the balloon animals world.
They also had a DJ, a slide show featuring embarrassing images of the baby who will be scarred by them for life, enough food to feed the Kingdom of Tonga for a day, a show for the kiddies by a couple of "Mad Scientists," and cotton candy to get the kids hopped up on sugar and send them home with their parents. The amount of work that went into this party boggles my mind. My friend Mark told me he was there the night before until 2 AM, and then got five hours of sleep before going back to help set up some more. What grueling work.
Well, we had ourselves some good family fun, and I managed to curse loudly a minimal number of times. I knitted Trent a little beanie with wrestling-mask eyes, because his papa is a wrestler. Perhaps you've heard of him: Bobby "The Lightning Bolt," formerly the Filipino Crippler. I'm hoping his baby will follow in his footsteps.
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