Do you remember the invitation to a party that got me in trouble about a week ago? The one where the RSVP number went to the kid's cell phone? Well, the party happened over the weekend. And from what I can tell, it was a wild one.
After turning around a bazillion times, trying to find the party venue (there was no address on the invitation. Just the name of the neighborhood club house.) , I finally pulled into a parking lot. It was night time, and I couldn't see a darn thing. I sat there for two seconds, trying to figure out where the party was.
"Any idea, girls?" I said to the teens in the back seat.
"No. Maybe there isn't a party."
I got out of my car, and the motion sensors activated some lights on the premise. I saw some stairs going up to what I figured was a clubhouse. And it sounded like head-banging music was playing. "This must be the place," I said.
I escorted the girls to the party, where lots of crazy teenagers were dancing and screaming. I didn't see any adults, but I figured someone was in charge. So, I got out of that crazy place and went home.
Three hours later, it was time to pick them up. Our hundred pound German Shepherd, Schultz, decided he wanted to come, too.
We went back to the club house, and found a bunch of super-hyper teenagers, giggling in high-pitched squeaky voices. "What the heck?" I said.
My daughter and her friends came out with a few balloons in their hands. The helium kind. They inhaled some of the air that was inside. "Hi!" they squeaked, and promptly burst out laughing.
I shook my head and took them back to the car, where Schultz was waiting.
"Hi, Schultzy!" they squeaked.
Schultz cocked his head and looked at them funny.
"Yeah," I said. "I don't know who these helium huffers are, either."
We drove home, looking like something out of a sitcom - three crazy teenagers huffing helium in the back seat , a giant German Shepherd, looking very confused, and a tired Mama just wanting the chaos to end!