Gabriel and I agreed on a small party– just five or six friends gathered in the basement.
But Gabe just kept printing out more invitations and even ventured out in his snowboots(with Mary in tow) to make sure they were delivered. And this makes me smile, because I too have never succeeded at small parties– my invite list just grows and grows.
We also decided on a spectacular cake– and R2D2 does
look fantastic as long as you don’t see what he’s supposed to look like on my fabulous friend smartmama’s blog
(but really you should go take a peek). Leslie breezily told me it’s a simple cake and she made it with 3 wild boys circling her feet and while chatting on the phone with long-distance friends. Perhaps I should have remembered that Leslie is a world-renowned artist who eats Kandinsky for breakfast and paints masterpieces with her toes. A word of warning: marshmallow fondant= glue.
Still, he’s adorable isn’t he? And we thought the heart was a nice tin-woodsmanish touch.
When the crowd gathered we commenced with Jedi Training. Our most important decorations? The fog machine and Star Wars music.
And then! Vader entered the room!
Thanks to a hot tip from my friend Brooke
we are now the proud owners of a 1/2 price Darth Vader disguise. Call me if you want to borrow it. Seriously.
With your collective efforts we can get our money’s worth out of that baby.
Erik said that training a bunch of 6 and 7 year old as Jedis and then walking into a room dressed as the Dark Lord was akin to a death wish. The beat and trampled him and ripped his Kevlar armor. Still he subdued them enough for a rousing game of “jedi, jedi, sith” (thanks for the idea Karyn).
What?! Doesn’t that look like the Death Star to you?
The scramble. Only four kids cried.
and a loving last gaze on sweet R2D2. He was devoured!
As he was leaving, our adorable friend Zach mused, “I feel sorry for any Gabe’s friends who didn’t get to come to this party.” And I laughed. Because no one missed it. They were all here.
And that’s a success.
Sweet Miss Mary has strep today and her Pinkalicious party has been postponed. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be blogging but simply melting into a puddle of party exhaustion.