Kaitlyn's Birthday Party

So today was my friend Kaitlyn's birthday party. I was clearly not able to come up with a more creative opening sentence.

I actually almost did not end up attending the party, as I've been sick with The Plague (not to be dramatic) for the past few days, at one point thinking I was going to die after tearing down my father's shower curtains before fainting in the tub. Luckily, today I only had a mild cough and figured I could attend the party without being scorned for the possibility of me infecting everybody there. However, I was criticized by one friend for not buying a present until last minute; but I have several reasonable excuses: I have been incredibly busy over the past week (which will be explained in a later post), and my ailment has prevented me from having the energy to leave the house to purchase a gift.

Since I always feel the need to tell all aspects of a story even though they are not important, I will highlight them as quickly as possible. My friend Marina and I bought our gifts for Kaitlyn at Barnes and Noble, which basically has everything a teenager will ever need. We later met up with our friends Emma and Yashar at Grand Central Terminal and took a train up to our friend Kaitlyn's house in Bronxville (which, by the way, is not at all similar to the common misconception of what "The Bronx" is like), which is about 20-30 minutes away. Her mom then picked us up from the nearest train station and drove us to Kaitlyn's house (side note-- Kaitlyn's parents are godsends. Our friend group consists of the most annoying people when we get excited, and yet her parents still always drive us home and put up with us with a smile, rather than killing all of us and making their lives much easier). Kaitlyn's birthday dinner was being assembled when we arrived at her house, so we passed the time by sitting in her massage chair and dancing embarrassingly to music. I now realize that some pictures probably would have been nice, but whatever.

Then, dinner. Now, let me tell you that Kaitlyn's father just so happens to be a teacher at the Culinary Institute of America. Let's just say the man can cook, very well. (I remember forcing Kaitlyn to share her lunch with me in 6th grade when I knew her father had cooked it--but you can't judge me for that; everybody sucks in 6th grade...) We were treated to an amazing Mexican-themed dinner with an ice cream cake afterwards. Yum. (Again, I now realize photos would have been nice, and I will prevent this issue in the future, I promise! I have Emma's party to attend tomorrow so I will surely remember to document that on camera). After that we left the table and proceeded to Kaitlyn's room, where all we really did was trap Marina in the closet, which she emerged from sporting an outfit constructed almost entirely of scarves.

Then, the party came to a quick end. Emma, who seemed to be fine throughout the entire party, suddenly had a serious allergic reaction to all the hair from Kaitlyn's dogs (Kaitlyn's room is apparently a hub for dog activity). Although Emma did not have to go to the hospital, her reaction ended the party as she had to be driven home, meaning we were all driven home. Curse her biological make-up!

At least the party ending early allowed me to have enough time to write this, so one good thing came out of the unfortunate end to the evening. Is that self-absorbed of me to say?

Fin.