where one krazy knitter spins her yarns....

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Wasn't that a Party!

Kassidy's party was simply superb. All da' cool kids were there. We met at Planet Bowl, put on our suspicious footwear and did our best to stretch a little before pulling any muscles. The young'uns, Kassidy and her 11/12 year old troupe, took one lane and the brothahs, sistas and primos took another.


The adult bunch were surprisingly - awesome? Who knew my brother was such a twinkle toes, that brother Ted and cousin Tingo swung their balls with such punch, and that Heidi was so consistent in her game, despite any previous back pain horror. Vicki won the game for the big girls'. And Ted took it for da' boys. Then we retired to the Planet Bowl party room...
for some frantic gift opening and delicious cake licking ...

The hubs and I love to hear the girls scream. Well, I do anyway. Last year Jay made Kass a birthday card -- Kassidy and Ron Weasley photoshopped together. They screamed like The Beatles were in the room. So we had to top that this year with...

What could it possibly be?
And why are they making me wear these ridiculous sunglasses?

OMG! I can't believe it! Could it be?!

it IZ! it IZzzz!

My very own karaoke machine!!

and some of her favorite CD's. The Beatles and High School Musical. It made them screech like New Kids on the Block were in the room! Success. Sista and I had a mini after-show later in the evening, once the girls had retreated to their room. Yesterday. Penny Lane. Paperback Writer. Help. Let it Be. The crowd loved us. Or at least Jay did. From Planet Bowl we headed to Kass', for a change into pads and skates and such -

The Dolphins are playing at 6.

The girls rocked the rink! Number 12 could learn to play with the others, but she did score 4 for the team. The winning 4. Strange to hear her remark in the change room after the game, "Does my hair look ok?". I coulda swore she was a Hanson brother on the ice. Kassidy kept to her post like a booger on a kleenex. Relentlessly she shoo-ed them out of her end and even played part in an assist. You go girl. Dee-fence!! Keep your eyes out for Number 15.

And so the entourage waited at the doors to the rink for the pick up back to Kassidy's, where karaoke krazyness would ensue...

The little music machine came with two mics and you can set it up so that the lyics show up on the TV monitor. Much hilarity and painful pitches later, Dustin broke out some System of the Down and really blew us away with his pipes. The boy can really sing! Who knew? He put on some (Led) Zepplin and I had my first duet with my nephew...

Stairway to Heaven

Kassidy and the gals: Lindsey, Amy and Cassidy with a "c", allowed us in the the VIP room for a petit photoshoot and some chitchat. Check out the loot!
This way, sista!


Coif in Americo. Shrug in Slubby.

The girls had gone through the gifts, sang a few songs and opened the gifts (again). What else was there to do? How 'bout we put a whole bunch of things in a glass and dare each other to drink it? Ok! Eventually they traded in the tabasco sauce, mayonnaise and mustard for some very berry smoothies. Phew! To distract the ladies from their crazy concoctions, I decided to show the gals a little game I like to play called, "Big Bootie". The girls were addicted. (They were still playing the next morning, while I was trying to sleep). Sista and Jay played. Even Dustin hopped on board. A nice 7 bootied Big Bootie*! Then we brought it down a bit and lounged around playing Things in a Box. Have you ever played? I'd like to play with everyone, all of the time. You in? Strangers on the subway? Things you wouldn't kiss...

• a toad, 'cause it ain't really a prince
• a dog's butt
• uncle Jay's snot
• a steel pole in -17degrees weather
• your buttocks!
• Ted's feet
• boys
• stinky feet
• a toilet

Now, you have to keep in mind that 4 12 yr olds and 5 over 30something-ishes were playing. I said, Ted's socks. Someone had commented on them earlier in the evening. I thought it'd be a good time to use it. And Ted said, boys. Big surprise. His daughter just turned 12. Great game. Go play.

And of course the night could not end without a ghoulish ghost story. When the girls were tucked into their little nests of blankets and pillows, surrounded by stuffed toys and all things pink, I thought it'd be a good time to go in. "Hey, Titi, will you tell us a ghost story?" "Nooo...!", screamed Cassidy with a "c". My story went something like this: When we were driving home from the game tonight. Tata, me, Jay and abuela D stopped at Timmy Ho's 'cause Tato wanted us to bring him back a hot chocolate. Jay went in. We waited outside in the car. Three men in blue capes knocked on the window. They asked us a question and they left. A few seconds passed and Tata says, "What did they ask us?". I couldn't remember. None of us could remember. Jay came back with the hot chocolate and got into the car. "Did you see the dudes in the blue capes?", I asked. "Ya", he said, "they asked me something, but I can't remember what it was". The girls howled! And they're probably still looking for three men in blue capes. Was that bad of me? Kassidy, I know from previous camp-out ghost story experiences, likes them weird and surreal. Hope she dug it!

Big Bootie Girls

Saturday melted into Sunday and we headed home, Timmy Ho coffee in hand. We vegged on the couch and caught some Ali. And I finally finished the Socks of Love (6 or so months later) minutes before the Super Bowl was about to start. But truly, they rock....next post.

*Big Bootie is a fun high energy warm up game where the players stand in a circle, numbered Big Bootie to 8. The object is to be Big Bootie and stay Big Bootie. After Big Bootie the numbers then start at 1.For purpose of rhythm, it's best if the game is only played with monosyllabic numbers. The game starts with the theme Big Bootie, Big Bootie, Big Bootie, ooooooh yeah! then Big Bootie will kick things off by saying Big Bootie number (whatever) and then, keeping rhythm, the number Big Bootie called will have to say his or her number and then call on someone else. The player is out if they are out of rhythm or if they stumble on a word... OR if they have low energy and refuse to dance and shout... (which shouldn't be a problem.) The participants work their way to Big Bootie by getting the people out in front of their number, if they are so inclined. A line is formed behind the last number in the circle. The game can go on forever and ever....


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