My son turned 9 years old this week, and we gave him his first birthday party. I mean, we’ve had parties for him before, but they were always family affairs (or with our close family friends). This is the first time that we let him invite just his friends to the party. Actually, he invited his entire 3rd grade class (12 kids). Nine kids came to the party. My wife was up til 11pm the night before calling parents who didn’t bother to RSVP. Don’t people know what that means anymore? Respondez-vous sil-vous-plait, or “You respond, please”. It means, you need to let the inviter know if you ARE or ARE NOT coming to the event. I think that most people nowadays think it means “call if you are coming”.
We had the party at a local hangout/fun place called Ben and Ari’s. The kids played mini-golf for about an hour, and then we had to squeeze pizza, cake, and presents into a half hour before parents started showing up for their kids. At the end of this whole process, we wanted to collapse! Phew!
But it was finally over, the kids went home, and so did we. Actually, everybody else went home to collapse, I went to the church for my second softball game. We lost again, but we did better. They only beat us by 13 points this time (it was 17-4). We had fun, though. I was the catcher the entire game. I was the catcher the first game about half the time (we had too many players, so I had to share the position). This game, I was the catcher the entire game. When I say entire, I mean entire. The other team didn’t have a catcher, so I caught for them too. Only time I didn’t catch was when I was on deck or at bat.
Problem is, I think I pulled a quad muscle the first game sprinting around the bases (I hadn’t sprinted in a long time). It hadn’t fully healed, and so this game, I had to gimp my way to first base, so I only made it to first once, and the next guy up got out, ending the inning. I will say that I was batting better. At least I’m enjoying it, right?