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!
At least you didn't have to stay and watch the insanity. Or hear all of it.ReplyDelete
It would've driven me crazy!Delete
Did they save you a balloon to huff?ReplyDelete
Heck no. They hoarded the balloons for themselves. ;0)Delete
That makes sense.Delete
No, I don't think it's the agave nectar. Though I am using a new brand, so I can't be for sure until I try more.
I still crack up when I hear people with helium voices. Must have been a funny car ride! :)ReplyDelete
Absolutely crazy. I felt like a had a bunch of munchkins in the back seat.Delete
Hi, Sherry! Thanks for stopping by my blog this morning!ReplyDelete
And now I'll have to look back through your posts to see how this party invitation got you in trouble ...
I see you found the post. It was a crazy invitation and a crazy party!Delete
lol that must have been a fun trip home.ReplyDelete
Ah yes. I had a killer Munchkin impression when I used to do that. :)ReplyDelete
Haha! I could imagine that one!Delete
We used to do that! Some things never change, do they? Helium crack up moments. Loved 'em.ReplyDelete
I'll think people will be huffing helium as long as helium balloons are around.Delete
Kids have fun in their own unique ways!ReplyDelete
Yes, they do. If that's the worst they do, that's not so bad.Delete
it's not enough that Schultzy has to listen to cat's meowing, not the kids too?ReplyDelete
I know. Poor Schultzy! His life is just so tough!Delete
And this is the first time I'm reading about helium and what fun it would be!ReplyDelete
Next time you go to a party, and there are helium balloons, you'll have to try it. ;0)Delete
Kids can't wait to untie the knot on the balloon! The crazy voice is more fun than any dull balloon. I'm sure the surgeon general will tell us it is doing something to our brains...ReplyDelete
Yes. Who knows what, though. Probably best not to do it all the time.Delete
I think that might be unhealthy.ReplyDelete
Do you think? I've never looked up the adverse affects of huffing helium. I may have to do that, now that you mention it.Delete
hahaha....have huffed a bit of helium in my day...ReplyDelete
had not thought about what the dog might think...
thanks for popping in today....
Thanks for stopping here, too!Delete
So fun to listen to them talkReplyDelete
it was pretty funny. I wonder how Schultz would've sounded if he had huffed some helium. :0)Delete
Oh the good old days. Or maybe the days to come. Bug is fifteen. But then we don't let her go anywhere.ReplyDelete
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It's probably safer that way.Delete
I worked in a restaurant with a big party room. Every so often, people would use balloons as decoration and then leave them behind. It was always a war to see who would get to huff the helium.ReplyDelete
Haha! I could just imagine!Delete
That's okay, I thought the story would end with there being no supervising parent I was prepared for the worst.ReplyDelete
I'm pretty sure there was a parent there, but I forgot to ask. I just wanted to get home in one piece, and get the noisy squeakers out of my car!Delete
I was expecting mam to be dance with teenagers but that didn't happened.ReplyDelete
Haha! Maybe if I had been feeling better, I would've danced with them. (Which would have embarrassed my daughter!)Delete
Having missed much of what have been going on, I really enjoyed your post.......hope to be back more often until things are sorted.ReplyDelete
You had me at the Huffing Helium title. I knew immediately it would be a hilarious night.ReplyDelete