Uncle David is getting married…

…and I? Am the ringbearer – which pretty much makes me the most important member of the wedding party (except for Aunt Angela, the bride. maybe.).


Anyway, Saturday was Aunt Angela’s bridal shower! We had a few errands to run beforehand so Mommy had the whole morning planned out in order for us to get everything we needed done and arrive on time.

One of the things we had to do was pick up the balloons for the centerpieces. I fell asleep on the way to the party store, so Mommy lugged me in my carseat across the parking lot and picked up the bouquet of 15 black, white, and lavender balloons. She managed to get everything back out to the car after a bit of a struggle with the doors and immediately realized the flaw in her plan. A car two-door Honda Civic + supplies and gifts + my carseat = no room for 15 overfilled helium balloons. Oops – planning fail.

So Mommy did what she does when we need rescuing and called Coach. Luckily, he and Grammy live 5 minutes away – AND he has a station wagon. He agreed to come be the balloon chauffeur and Mommy and I waited in the parking lot: me napping in the backseat and Mommy standing outside the car looking like she was trying to fly away. (Seriously – a few more balloons and she might have floated away like in Up!)

As we were waiting for Coach to arrive, one of the balloons gave in to the heat and popped. Mommy weighed her options: Lug me and carseat back into the store for a new one, just ignore it and be okay with 14 balloons, or [super-secret and genius option three] look up the phone number for Party City and beg a sales associate to deliver a single black orb the ten feet out to the parking lot. Mommy was NOT into the idea of wrestling me and the unwieldy herd of balloons into the store and back out again, and it’s not like she was going to leave me in the car by myself, so guess which option she went with? Hint: she really wanted 5 balloons on each of the 3 centerpieces.

Mommy: Hi! This might be an odd request, but I’m the girl that was just in picking up the purple and black and white balloons? With the baby? I’m out in the parking lot and he’s sleeping in the backseat and I don’t want to wake him up and the balloons won’t fit in the car and we’re waiting to be picked up and it’s windy and one popped and it’s too hard to come back and, so could you possibly bringmeablackballoonouttotheparkinglot?

Girl in Party City: Ummmmm okay… What does your car look like?

Mommy: It’s a red Civic… but you can’t miss me – I’m the girl standing in the middle of the parking lot with the giant bunch of balloons.

Anyway.

The girl brought us a balloon, Coach came and rescued us, Aunt Angela was surprised, and we had a lovely shower luncheon.

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2 Comments

  1. That sounds like quite an adventure! Were you laughing at Mommy through all of this silliness?

  2. Hahaha, I've got to ask, did they charge you a special service fee for delivery?!

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