Andrea, Neil & The Seven Dwarfettes
So Soraya decided that she wanted to go ice skating with friends from school for her birthday party. Egads...a herd of prepubescent females amped up on sugar and pizza. It was going to be a long night.From what I gather, running an ice skating rink is not a profitable business. The "party room" that the girls were in, also served as a meeting room for the staff at the rink. Cupboards filled with notes and personal items lined the wall. A sad lone balloon was tied to each of the foldable chairs that surrounded the dingy wooden tables, sans tablecloth.
As they ate their pizza, the girls realized that they could spy upon the kids practicing hockey on the rink below us. They scrambled to the window to peer down on the players. This is when I really knew that change was inevitable for Soraya. The girls began doing "I Dream Of Jeannie"-ish dances, laughing trying to get the boys to look up.Dear Lord...things are a'changin'...
Luckily, we all hit the ice and they instantly changed back to being little girls. Thank goodness for that. While the girls giggled and clasped hands as they made their way around the rink, I helped Brandon as he clung to the rail against the wall.
The skating ended with only one accident as one of Soraya's friends took a header into the ice. The rest of us just had tired legs and very sore ankles. Unfortunately, the night was not over. Two of Soraya's invitees were staying the night...
Now for those of you who have participated in sleep-overs, the word sleep is a misnomer in the phrase sleep-over. There is very little sleeping going on. And for a very tired Neil who had worked the day and went skating with them...a plethora of giggles throughout the night was not good.
Luckily for me, I bravely sold out and put Andrea in charge of the girls. I could see Andrea's blood pressure rising with every outburst of laughter that generated from Soraya's room. The topper for Andrea was when the small tribe ambled out of the bedroom, at midnight, and asked Andrea if they could get something to eat.
Ahhh...it's good to be a sell out.
posted by LoneCactus @ 7:46 AM
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