Then I hit teenage-hood. I have a complex about getting older, I think the first time I cried on my birthday was when I was thirteen. It's not that I had a phobia of wrinkles or that I wanted to stay a lame barely-teen for eternity. Crazy as it sounds, I just LOVED being thirteen so much. Guess you could say I had a happy childhood—minus birthdays.
The tearful birthday tradition continued. I cried when I turned fourteen, and fifteen, and sixteen. No parties, no celebrations—in my defense, I did not dress up in black and morn like something had just died (maybe just thought about it). By the time I hit twenty I'd gotten a little better control of myself. Looking back I am soooooo glad I did not freeze myself at the young age of fifteen or sixteen, even though at the time that was all I wanted. To be stuck as a fifteen-year-old for the rest of your life. Yuck.
Finally, my college breeding hit, at twenty-one (almost) I wasn't going to stop aging because I threw a fit, and that I had friends, and I decided to party it up. I invited everyone I knew to play games and eat cake, and that's exactly what we did. I think we had at least two or three different kinds of cake and ice-cream, youtube watching, and games.
Some people know when there is a good thing, and then they know when to stop so there's not too much of a good thing (yes, there can be too much of a good thing). I tend to go overboard. For my next birthday instead of just having a party I decided to do intense things. Not intense things like normal people might do, but intense things like a person like me would do.
Crazy Party
Firstly, when I totaled up all the awesome things I could do at a party, what was the thing that stood out most to me? . . . Pinata. One of my friends had made pinatas before, she said she could show me if I wanted. That was all it took. Ashley, Elsi, and I set out to make three crazy creations!
Elsi is a soft-spoken kind of girl, sometimes I'm really not sure how we ended up being friends. She chose traditional options for her masterpiece to become; a cat, a penguin, maybe a dragon if she wanted a challenge.
I'm not completely sure how I ended up making what I made. I think it started with my terrible drawing skills and an aspiration to make a dragon. —My friends, seeing that I couldn't even draw a proper stick figure (or horse, or pig, or chicken, or duck, or dragon, etc.) tried to talk me out of my crazed scheme. In the end they convinced me not to paper mache a dragon, instead I chose a . . . stranger creature. The Loch Ness Monster! I can honestly say I don't think I have ever seen another pinata that could even begin to compare.
Ashley, being the creative genius that she is, made a rock—not just any rock, a pet rock. She named her Herberta and gave her googly eyes and a pink bow. She became known as the cancer awareness rock during her short life.
This should give you a relatively vivid view of what kind of people each of us is, which is probably frightening.
Elsi's pinata turned out perfect, a little model penguin with a yellow beak and purple belly. I took the nontraditional path and painted my monstrosity. —It wasn't until I'd finished painting that I realized Nessy was limbless.
What began as a beautiful idea ended with a strange green blob with a long neck and tail—and spikes. Nessy doesn't even have spikes! I taped her flippers on (after finding out that I couldn't super glue them on— after scrubbing most of the glue off of my fingers). By the time a bat got to the poor creature it had only two fins, and those hung from its lop-sided body in odd and crippled ways.
Ashley's rock was. . . blobular and built for endurance.
Secondly, I invented a sport. It isn't really a sport in its own right, more of a mixture of baseball, water, and the way my mind works. The way the game works: one person stands at attention with a baseball bat. You win when someone else pitches a water balloon at you and you swing with all your might —and the balloon pops and you get soaked. Glorious!
One of the items on my bucket list is to invent a new card game that catches on and becomes popular basically over-night. Obviously I have a bright future in the game-creating area.
Despite my best efforts the party did go off relatively smoothly. We ate homemade ice-cream sandwiches after the massacre of the pinatas and played volley-ball. With such great results, who knows what kind of partying I could become capable of!
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