Sixteen Candles

A long time ago in a far away land called delusional, the king and queen of the Hula-gen's promised a certain young princess that she could have a big blow out for her sixteenth birthday if she made good grades, stayed out of trouble and quit asking for a birthday party every year. She did, so they did. Celebrate that is. With a bunch of teenagers. And while the king and queen were a little nervous about wild behavior and party crashing by outside villagers, their worries were for naught. The party goers were just a bunch of jesters who had a fabulous time, and aside from a little cake throwing and a few wild hip moves, caused no problems for all of the extra chaperons on hand. No one got hurt. Nothing was damaged, and the king and queen got everything wrapped up and made it home and in bed by 1am. The end. And now the queen is scheduling a massage. And counseling to adjust to the fact that her baby, who was just two last week, is now sixteen.

As Scarlett says, "I'll think about that tomorrah," and show you pictures of the party instead. Here are Chris and Seth, the deejays.

Everybody say hi to Chris and Seth. Chris gives Teen Angel guitar lessons.

There was plenty of dancing. Of course there was the cha-cha. Criss cross!
And a conga line.
Hey, that reminds me of the time we were on a cruise and.... um, never mind.

They even did a little Cotton Eyed Joe. Hula, quit playing with the shutter speed!You know how's there one person who always lights up the dance floor? Meet C. I love this boy. Don't let the Hot Topic garb fool you into thinking he's some kind of disturbed goth youth. He had great manners, offered to help set up and even went to the trouble to RSVP before the party.

Dancing always leads to shoes getting kicked off. The blue and pink Crocs came to the party on the same body. I am officially an old fart because I missed that trend. Speaking of farts, don't even ask about this gift. You don't want to know. Oh, you want to know about the hat? Teen Angel's BFF bought her one as a birthday gift after T.A. bought BFF one for Christmas. Odd hats kept popping up all night. How much food can teenagers eat? As much as you can serve. I wonder what we'll think when we look back at this picture twenty years from now? One of the highlights of the night for T.A. was unveiling this. While recently revisiting the land of delusional Queen Hula agreed to let T.A. drive Hula's little red coupe when T.A. gets her license. Hula drives a company car, so she rarely drives the little red car, although she hearts the little red car lots and lots and lots. We were NOT buying T.A. a new car but agreed to dress this one up a little. The king of the Hula's took T.A. shopping for new chrome wheels last week. It was kind of a father/daughter bonding thing. He had the car detailed and helped her design a special decal in memory of her cousin.And was she pleased? Of course.Oh, I'm so not ready for her to be behind the wheel. Maybe I need a facial too.