The parties of awesome. Part one.

Because I am a bitch I am gunna make you peeps sit through a series of posts about the parties from the weekend.

Because:

1. There is a shit load to tell
2. They cost me the gross national income of a small African country
3. They were awesome and your computer would explode from the amount of pics and awesomeness
4. I wanted an excuse to try out this numbering thing
5. Just because, dammit!  It is my blog.

OR there may just be the one cause I get distracted and then some time in February go OMG I forgot to post the rest of the party pics and then it will be too late and you will be all ’sigh, she did it again’… So just giving you the heads up.

First of all I want to say I LOVE YOUS GUYS! And you have wicked mad weather changing skillz and I am now going to come to you for all my weather related requests (and perhaps lottery winning vibes, cause if you wish really really hard for me to win millions of dollars I will totally come to each and every one of your houses and kiss you straight on the mouth and then take you out for drinks. And mouthwash probably) because the weather was PERFECT!

It was stinking hot.  Best weather ever for a party of epic water fights.  We will not be able to shower for the next month cause I think we used our quota.

Another reason for you to all wish really really REALLY hard for me to win the lottery.  Hard to be awesome when you smell like old unwashed lady.

So the day dawned warm and humid, with extra bodies lying all over the place after a sugar crash of epic proportions.  Note to self: DO NOT get a depression of Emos to bag Fairy Floss unsupervised.  More goes into their gaping maws than the bags and then they get all giggly and silly and start making blatant sexual jokes that make your head explode.

And then they fall asleep in awkward positions that make you go ‘owww.  How can that possibly be comfortable?’

I took my usual position in the kitchen, wielding fondant and royal icing and various colours of food dye, the airconditioner on full so the damn cakes wouldn’t melt…

While the Damn Emos, and their pet rangas* built this:

Fucking awesome.

And cleaned up:

Nike – Employing socially awkward persons since about today.

*snort*

And decorated:

And filled up 250 water balloons.  I made those biatches work for consuming their body weight in sugary confection.

While madness ensued, Boo busied himself redecorating the inside snack table:

And it stayed that way, the chips unopened, for the majority of the party…

The kids know Boo’s handwriting.  And know better…  Bwaaaaaa haaaaaa haaaaaaaaa!

Just as the last table was set up, the doorbell rang.

Stay tuned {or not} for part II – Boo’s party of awesomeness.

* my daughters collect friends with red hair.  It is like a sport.