and so it begins
The Monkey turns 13 next month.
She decided that she deserves a big party.
She’s been talking about it for months. But, in true Monkey fashion, she only started really planning this week.
Oh! And months ago she told me I wasn’t allowed anywhere near it. Even after I volunteered to be doorman/bouncer/DJ.
She told me I wasn’t cool enough.
We all know that isn’t true.
Even when I softened my stance from “No boys!!!!” to “No slow dancing!!!” to “Just leave room for Jesus between you.”
Anyway, she went shopping Friday with two of her aunts and our cousin. (Who is a year older than The Monkey.)
The two girls came home with expensive dresses and shoes.
Apparently she decided that semi-formal is the way to go when you’re hosting a party in the upstairs game room above your garage.
And the best part… The VERY best part…
She has her aunt working on a RED CARPET, because she feels like she should arrive on one.
I was running errands on Saturday morning and dropped in Chez Monkey. The first thing I saw was the disco ball one of her aunt’s bought for the party.
Because her aunts are going to be super busy on a big charity event for the next while, I told The Monkey that I would help her with invitations, setting up music playlists or whatever for her party.
Her eyes got big. She smiled.
“Well… I do have a job for you.”
I felt a little scared.
She continued, “You’re going to stand outside the door with a guest list. Oh and you’re going to play a trick on my friend. I’m going to send her an invitation, but when she arrives you are going to tell her she isn’t on the list and not let her in.”
“I can do that.”
“We’re also going to give them tickets. And if they go outside and lose their tickets, they can’t come back in.”
“Uhm… I’m not standing outside for your entire party.”
She thought about this for a while. I think she was confused as to why I wouldn’t want to do that. Finally she realized she had bigger things to think about and shrugged it off — while I wondered if I could wear a headset while working the door.
She recapped my job duties.
I said, “If I don’t like the look of some of the boys, can I rough them up a little?”
“Yes. Wait… what does ‘rough them up’ mean?”
“Push them around a little. Shake them by the collar.”
“Oh. Sure. You can do that.”
And she went back to party planning.
UPDATE: Apparently The Monkey Facebook messaged Melanie to recruit her to be “the official photographer” of the party. AND The Monkey expects my sister to take a couple hours off work to get here in time for the start of the party. She was actually a little annoyed that my sister has to work at all, as The Monkey has “lots of jobs” for her.