BBBB – Bethany Beach Birthday Bash
Reason for Bash: Milestone birthday of said cousin
Bashee: Cousin O’Love
Bashers: Me, Cousin & Kid O’Cool, Auntie G, Cousin O’Duh, Niece of Artsy-Fartsy, and five sweet and long-time friends of Bashee
Important things to have on hand: junk food (check), alcohol in various containers and types (check), cake of the ice cream variety (check), general noise and merriment (check and check) and a two year old off his schedule so not his usual sweet self (check)
Also present: the beach (in a brief appearance), discussions of why the Twilight books don’t totally suck and cool things you didn’t know about them, a slow and so-I-hear meandering trolley, and two young men who stopped by to rescue balloons that had drifted up toward the high ceiling and, apparently, flirt with NoAF.
What I learned on my
summer vacation weekend of fun in Bethany Beach:
* INFPs (see bottom of this page for what the hell this is) do not do well when thrown into a group of EXTREME E’s. If the closets in the rented house weren’t locked, I would have had to go sit in one.
* Cousin O’Love’s friends adore her and why shouldn’t they? She is an awesome and loving woman who is in her element when surrounded by food, drink, friends and joy. Also, Jesus band-aids rock and even a hard-core Catholic such as CO’L is amused by them. But did she wear the “Jesus is coming – Look busy” pin to mass? Enquiring minds want to know.
* I am a fabulous aunt and am ever thankful that the Universe did not allow me possession of my own child because I would have had to kill myself. This is not busting on my darling Luke O’Love at all; rather, it’s an acknowledgement that even were I younger, I would still want to shoot myself if my day was solely focused on getting my child to drink milk he DOES. NOT. WANT. As proof of my faboo auntie-ness, though, Luke and I walked up and down the same two streets for almost 30 minutes last night while he practiced saying the few words he knows at his young age (which are, for the curious among you: Nemo, Dorrie, and Bruce). See? I rock (in small doses).
* A weekend diet of junk food x3 is not at all good for stomach issues. I think I will need to eat salad and veggies for three days to forestall a riot by my body. We had a sampling of the following (in no particular order): banana bread, fudge, wine, clam dip, shrimp (that wasn’t tooo bad), cookies, french fries from Five Guys, carmel corn from the boardwalk, soda, grapes and cheese.
* Drinking is fun. For about an hour. Then real life intervenes and then it’s not-so-fun. One cannot drink to excess and assist the Cousin O’Cool in chasing a two year old around (one can try but one would suck at it. Just saying). I chose the latter over the former because I am really nice like that. I’m a helper. (Unless you’re doing domestic stuff then just no. I will retire to a bathroom or something.)
* I am a hermit. I can take noise and chaos for a few hours and then I’m done. Two and a half days of it doesn’t seem to work too well for me. I have been in complete silence for almost four hours now and am just starting to feel like normal. Silence and a long, hot shower helped. And internets. Oh, and an unlocked (albeit cluttery) closet is my own “Jesus band-aid”. (heh)
I’m not sure I’ll be invited back next year as I definitely brought the pooper (as in party pooper) and was roundly chastised for going to bed early (i.e. before 2am). I’m pretty sure Auntie G can carry the party banner with Cousin O’Love just fine without me.
**INFP: Devoted to those in their inner circle, INFPs guard the emotional well-being of others, consoling those in distress. Guided by their desire for harmony, INFPs prefer to be flexible unless their ethics are violated. Then, they become passionate advocates for their beliefs. They are often able to sway the opinions of others through tact, diplomacy, and an ability to see varying sides of an issue.
INFPs develop these insights through reflection, and they require substantial time alone to ponder and process new information.