Well, of course
Speaking of childhood nostalgia, when I was kid, the closest I got to a birthday party was my mom would pick up some Entenmann’s cake, tell me to invite three kids over and we’d have a party for an hour.
They do things differently in 2022 Manhattan.
Here, I go to kids’ birthday parties that are significantly better than anything I have now as an adult. In fact, last year I essentially spent it alone and will most likely do that again this year.
But the kid’s lost enough, I think.
So, I wanted him to have a nice party and planned to have a big thing at my gym with the help of Pez, his regular sitter, my sister-in-law, and my mother-in-law.
Plus…45 kids.
I waaaaaaay over-booked. But I was in it. So, I ordered seven pizzas, a cake, a ton of toys, a ton of games, etc…you get the picture.
Was totally stressed out over it when I got a call from my MIL the night before, who had him that weekend and was gonna bring him over on Sunday.
Her: Well, of course, he has a fever.
Me: What?!
Her: Yeah. 103.
Me: (sighing) Well, of course.
Scrambled to tell all the other parents that bought gifts and were planning the day around this party. Everyone was a sweetheart about the whole thing.
My SIL took care of a lot of it and I felt terrible but she simply said, “Kids get sick, what are you gonna do?”
Of course, the boy was super upset. So, I promised him that I’d throw him some sort of replacement party. There was only one weekend that could possibly work – Sunday, November 20th – and out of 45 kids, eight could make it.
Him: Just eight?!
Me: Kid, I didn’t have eight friends in my life until I was college.
Had way more stuff than necessary but, having said that, what could go wrong?
Oh wait…I’m me.
Wake up that day and bring the kid over to some friends that agreed to bring him and some food down for me so I could haul THREE ginormous bags of stuff to the gym and I hop onto the subway.
Dashing downstairs, I miss a train and wait six minutes for the next train. I hop on and wait.
And wait.
12 minutes later – which, in subway time, might as well be a day – the conductor says, “Because of a burst pipe on Canal Street, there is no downtown service on [this train line].”
Well…of course.
While I decide what to do, the conductor comes on again and says that they’ll go as far as West 50th Street but no further.
And that makes sense because there musta been a billion trains behind us and they had to start getting these trains into stations and people outta the system.
And that’s when a whole new adventure started for me.
Writing this, I realized I have a medical procedure happening this week and I’m also doing stuff in the gym.
I got a lot going on these days…
I should not have opened the Entenmann’s Wiki page.
Man, they discontinued the Apple Strudel, Pineapple Cheese Strudel and fruitcake? Those were amongst my faves.
God, I’m so hungry.
Location: home, just now remembering that I can’t eat for the next 36-48 hours. Shoulda had that pizza.
Mood: so hungry
Music: I ain’t the way you found me, and I’ll never be the same (Spotify)
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