Birthday Party #70, I Think

Is this #70? 71? I don't even know anymore.

Here is what I do know:

I know that my sweet little Fish turned 15! She wanted to celebrate with a glow party in the backyard, complete with baked potatoes at the fire pit and s'mores. The thing is, Mother Nature conspired to ruin that whole plan. June rolled around and it rained. And rained. And rained. And then, the cicadas came like a plague from the depths of hell. They crawled up the house, the trees, the car. The sound they made was deafening and the fear they induced was paralyzing. So, we postponed until last Friday.

Thursday night it stormed. I'm talking, full on storm. Our yard looked like Mother Nature threw tree confetti. There were leaves and branches everywhere and the yard was a swamp. We couldn't postpone again, so we moved the party indoors and opted for pizza.

We covered a hula hoop with neon pink and yellow surveyor's tape and laced it with glow sticks to create a chandelier. We had planned to hang it between the trees for a centerpiece, but it worked well dangling from the family room ceiling. 

  

We bought black light reactive face and body paint and glow-in-the-dark nail polish and turned 9 teenage girls loose in front of the bathroom mirror. I may or may not have said filthy things when I saw the bathroom, but the whole mess cleaned up with a wet cloth. The girls were entertained for a few hours. By the end of the party, they had emptied the paint tubes and painted pretty much every visible inch of skin (and some that should have remained out of sight). It was the best $30 we've ever spent on party entertainment. 

The cake was not my best effort and I threatened a stank eye for anyone who considered posting this as a Pinterest fail. That goes for you as well, dear reader. Alas, I topped it with 15 candles and a few glowing stars and called it good.   

That was pretty much it- cake, pizza, a lot of soda, 9 teenage girls, a lot of glow paint, and a whole lot of glow sticks. They painted their faces and threw a glow ball and painted their faces and played giant jenga and painted their faces. We found paint on the walls, the sofa, the tile floor...did I mention they painted, um...everything?  

And that sweet little Fish? She told me she loved it. I love that girl.