Happy birthday, Isaac!
My friend Isaac turned the big 3-0 this weekend. And what did he and his wife decide to do to celebrate the big day? Did they plan a night on the town? Of course not. Did they throw a BBQ to honor his geriatricness? Yes, but that was just the beginning. Did they rent out an gigantic inflatable bounce-house fun land, mostly designed for kids, but very fun for adults when all the rules are thrown out the window?
Bingo.
So said inflatable air warehouse had a huge obstacle course, an inflated basketball court, a ginormous slide, a king-of-the-hill mushroom, and a boxing ring. And it took about ten minutes for a guy to break his ankle. I kid you not. This poor guy was in the basketball court and OH SNAP went his ankle. Five hot paramedics later, we decided to risk our own limbs and continue the party. Because Hannah and Isaac knew the owners, we had the place after hours and there were no rules. We crammed everyone on every feature, and we turned of all the lights and threw glow sticks at each other. We played who-can-stay-at-the-top-of-the-slide-the-longest-without-being-thrown/pushed/dragged/kicked down. It was sort of like a rave, but with out all the trippin'. Still, there were mushrooms.
But good God, do I hurt this morning. I have plastic burns on my elbows, my knees are screaming, and I'm half-wondering if I have a slight concussion from hitting my head on the floor. I think Isaac's secret plan was to make us all feel old and decrepit for this birthday. Well done, Isaac, well done. I feel 80 this morning.
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