All Afternoon Party

I found myself at a children's birthday party yesterday. I didn't take my daughter to her friend's house, only arrived on time to collect her. I didn't know her friends, or what they or their parents looked like. I wasn't at all bothered by this since within a few minutes, we would be saying our thank yous and leaving. But the party didnt seem to be ending. No one was in a hurry to leave. I spotted one other parent I knew and decided to quiz her about these important details I was so lacking. It was not to be however. After fending off three offers of beer from three different people (such a shame to be driving) a friendly looking chap named Steve (I thought it best to change his name - he turns out to be known to don his wife's bikini from time to time) introduced himself.

So how do you know the family, is it through the diving? He enquired.

I'm afraid I don't know them at all, but my daughter is school friends of their's and I'm not a diver. I confessed.

As we stood watching children hurl themselves off the bouncy castle, he told me how he managed to fall off a similar, but higher one. Taking both his dogs with him to the top hadn't helped apparently. But it was the copious amount of ale he'd consumed that was his main downfall (meant quite literally). The finer details eluded him, but it appears someone attracted his attention whilst standing at the top of the slide. As he turned, he lost his balance and promptly fell over the side onto the ground. His neck hasn't been the same since.

The party was still in full swing over two hours later. No-one seemed to mind us being there, in fact they were all being extremely hospitable. More food appeared, but we must have been outstaying our welcome so I decided we should leave after Steve had kindly filled me in on the who's who of who was important.