Define wild. When some people thing of the term wild they imagine a huge group of people drinking and dancing and then other people think of undomesticated animals. But when I think of wild I imagine a large group of friends doing crazy things and having a ton of fun and under that definition that is how I completed #80 Throw A Wild Party.
Who: my parents, brother and 30 of my friends
What: end of the school year party at my house When: the beginning of the school year through last Friday Where: school and my house Why: to celebrate a year of memories together and for surviving our freshmen year of high school
On the first day of freshmen year, I walked in a totally different person from what I am now. I walked in confused, anxious and terribly nervous. But after a few months past I began to morph in my new self, even though I lost a few friends along the way (maybe more than a couple), I gained a new totally awesome group of friends. Now I’m outgoing, strong-willed and just plain and simple happy. Specifically 3 girls have changed me, “Kathy”, “Doug”, and “Francis” (not real names) thank you so much and I love you guys!
When I arrived at my final days of school I knew a party must be thrown. For three reasons: one was to celebrate the end of school, two was to commemorate a great year of school and three was to see my friends one last time before I left for my cottage for 2 months.The next task after deciding the party should be thrown was to beg on my hands and knees to my parents to let me have it and finally after a week of deliberation they said yes and from there I began planning.
The party was set to be last Friday 5-8pm. At their party there would be a slip n’ slide, junk food galore and other games. The days leading up to it were stressful but in the end I managed to plan it, get all the stuff for it and invite everybody (35 people in all invited).
When Friday came the day was spent sprinting around and getting ready. Before I knew it, it was five o’ clock and people began arriving, once everyone had arrived (about 29 including my brother and his friend) the party officially began. Immediately people began sliding down the slip n’ slide, devouring the junk food and talking. We also attempted to make a pyramid (see picture) but it never quite worked out. By the time the 3 hours gone by parents were arriving, I was hugging everyone goodbye and wishing them a good summer, the food was gone, the slip n’ slide was about to fall apart and the yard was trashed. Once everybody was gone I spent the next hour restoring the lawn.
Now when I look back on it I’m thankful I did it. Plus the party went off with very few hitches and within my definition of wild this indicates a list item well done.
#80 Throw A Wild Party: Check.
Also, do you remember the blog I mentioned two posts ago (#35) http://gonewiththesummer.wordpress.com yeah well we are planning to guest blog together soon so keep reading! Stay Tuned.
This past Wednesday my brother finally hit the milestone age of 13 and entered the realm of teenagedom. Earlier tonight was his birthday party and guess what kind of party it was! You guessed it, a paintball party. Now here’s the story:
Who: “Tiger” (not real name), my brother, my brother’s neurotic friends, and I.
What: My brother’s 13th birthday party.
When: Last Tuesday through Today.
Where: My house, school and the paintball range.
This whole adventure began last Tuesday, it twas a lovely afternoon and I was conversing with my brother. I said, “So [insert my brother’s name, which I shall not mention to protect his privacy] are you excited for your paint ball party this Friday?”. In return, he said something along the lines of, “Yes I am! In fact, since some of my friends can’t come why don’t you come and invite a friend?”. And that’s exactly what I did and I invited my friend “Tiger”.
The next couple days until that Friday were filled with anticipation and boy was I excited! When Friday finally arrived and the clock struck 5pm, my brothers friends arrived We hopped in the car and were on our merry way.
When we arrived at the front desk about a half hour later, we were greeted with waivers stating they were not responsible for any injuries (oh boy). That right off the bat was a sign of what was to come. Next we were given guns, masks and our ammo, the paint balls. After several spills and much fittling, we were prepared to head out. Now this to me was a scary idea because I was worried about it hurting (the guy told me it hurt like getting slung with a really wide rubber band) but I sucked it up and headed into the range along with 15 or so other people. The rules were simple; you get shot your out, two teams and no firing in the preparation area. Simple. For the first round we were split up into two teams I, along with my brother and some of his friends and some other people versus Tiger and some other people.
The guy called the start and immediately I ran for cover but not long after that I was hit for the first time and it did hurt. Luckily though, I realized that the paintball had bounced off of me (thank god) and I was still in (later, I found out Tiger had been the one who shot me, little wench). Before I knew it, my team had won the first round, woo hoo!
The next couple rounds went like this; start, sprint, shoot, dodge, try not to get hit, laugh, curse, repeat, win, end. But, the last round was different, right off the bat, I was shot in the arm and it hurt! And tragically it had splattered and I was out. Damn. Oh well, for a while there I was dominating but I guess not in the end.
After my team lost, the party came to an end. We shared our welts in agony but overall it was a great experience and I would definitely do it again!
#50 Play Paintball: Check!!