The party didn’t start so well. I asked Chaim to entertain, for old time’s sake (and Isis was tired of playing for kids’ birthday parties…I’m not going to argue with a hormonal pregnant woman). I guess the excitement was too much for him. Mom took her role as caterer very seriously, throwing together a uniform at the last minute and everything. She made some excellent appetizers and a couple of gourmet cheesecakes. Being a foodie, I was in heaven. I thought one cake was for the kids, and one was for the guests. That was not the case. I got a little ahead of myself and took a piece of Fey’s cake before she blew out her candles… She wasn’t happy, but after a good yell and a maniac laugh, she blew out the remaining candles. “I’m hot! Yes!”
Oh, Watcher. Was I like this as a teenager? I don’t think I was… The mixologist we hired was a hit — everyone loved him! Well, almost everyone… Isis has been a bit hormonal lately. Not that I blame her, being well into her third trimester and all. Elizabeth showed up; she and Isis got to know each other.
If you ask me, he’s probably nervous about starting high school, especially with his evil twin sister. Ahh, I remember those days…well, except I didn’t have an evil twin sister. Around ten o’clock, I realized I hadn’t seen Rowan for awhile, and the party was about over. I ended up finding him in in the library with the Mom, my sister, and my half-sister, playing a game of poker. Who the plum taught my child-aged son how to play poker?! Okay, I think the real question here is who the plum taught my son that poker face?
I think obvious answer here is my simself.
“I feel so warm and fuzzy inside…eheeheehehe…” Quincey and I bonded over our love of food, Fey managed to stumble her way into a chair, and BB brought out the second cheesecake (praise Watcher for more cheesecake). Songs were sung, confetti was throw, maniac laughter was had, and my boy became a man. “My hair…my beautiful hair…” After a
huge small panic attack and some help from Dakota (that man has always had nice hair — it must run in the family), he was somewhat satisfied with teenagedom, and celebrated with a piece of amazing cheesecake. Seriously, guys, this stuff is to die for. Um, did I just jinx something? “Not now! It’s my birthday, I just became a teenager…I need help figuring out my bodily changes and stuff! Please!” “Read an encyclopedia or something. I have waiting long enough — I will have this soul!” He cried all night. “Farewell, emo teen! If this is too hard on ya, give me a call, and I’ll come get your soul too. Bye! Thanks for the cake!”
(I’m determined to keep this one alive, guys. Even if it means sacrificing a few family friends.) The only one still enjoying herself was Fey. Still drinking, too.“Two deaths, everyone in misery, and as many drinks as I want — best birthday ever.”