Saturday, February 24, 2007
Here is the cake I made for Dylan's 16th birthday. Yes...part of the frosting is missing. My excuses are: (1) The lights under the cupboards are burned out. (2) I didn't wear my glasses. But they did seem to like the cake. And one of the boys had a piece for breakfast.
Three boys light the cake.
Dylan invited five friends to help him celebrate his 16th birthday. All of them are good friends from his elementary school days. Since they were invited to spend the night, I thought they'd arrive with sleeping bags. Instead they stepped across the threshhold laden with rectangular plastic cases of various shapes and sizes. An hour later my living room buzzed with power books, and rock music. Assorted blue fire wire cords zig zagged over the furniture. DVDs (or were they CD's?) were scattered across the floor along with game controllers and assorted shoes.
A little while later, one of the larger plastic cases flew open and Viola! Guns! Air soft guns that shoot tiny plastic bee-bees. Some of the boys doned masks—Darth Vader style and ran outside. (At least they wouldn't be sitting in front of the computers all night.) It was about 10:00 p.m. I quickly called my 85-year-old neighbor Jean.
"If you see anyone running along the wall with a gun, it's okay!" Jean thought the party sounded facinating.
"It's been awhile since I've been around kids."
"You want to come over?" I offered.
"No. That's okay."
We barbecued Carne Asada and wrapped it in tortillas stuffed with lettuce, tomatoe, and onions. At about 10:30 p.m. the boys settled down to watch a movie. It was so quiet, Tom and I climbed into bed, and almost fell asleep.
Until the movie ended. Actually they finally calmed down around 2:00 a.m.
Dylan holds the cake.
Happy Birthday Dylan!