Apparently, I'm the only aaadult in a group of 12 year olds. I'm the parent chaperone. Just where I wanted to be at 26.
Did I mention that this blow-out, all-out 25th birthday party for Emy was a TWILIGHT themed party? Oh yeah. Because plenty of quarter-century birthdays celebrate vampires and have heated arguments over Jacob or Edward. I always imagined being in my twenties, having wonderful debates, and watching fabulous shows.
I did not imagine debating Bella's true love or scouring the Internet for 30 minutes looking for the latest New Moon trailer. My 12 year old friends did.
Dania did make a pretty fab cake. I can't appreciate it, like Twilight twelve year-olds can, but she rocked it. Piping. Blood red white cake. Spray painted chess pieces.
Yes. That's Edward holding the candle.
Yes. That's a life size poster of the undead that literally made Dania's two dogs pooh-pooh down the hallway.
Yes. That's Jessica the newlywed choosing cardboard over her husband. It's already been 6 weeks. She's so over Michael.
Say it, girls. Say it.