In case you were wondering, a dozen middle schoolers make a lot of noise. Like, more than I thought possible. They are also hilariously bad at Charades.
And shockingly, they were willing to get dressed up for Liv's Hollywood-themed 12th birthday party. EVEN THE BOYS. (Well, most of them.)
We rolled out the red carpet, literally. Thank you, Party City. We had a little backdrop where each guest could pose for a picture. We had glasses of champagne (sparkling lemonade) for everyone as they arrived. There were mocktails, bowls of candy, and little red-and-white striped boxes of popcorn.
Liv wanted to have an awards ceremony, so there were little statuettes and the kids competed for things like "Best Actor, Romantic Drama" and "Best Silent Actor." They played "Honey I love you; won't you please just smile?" and Charades and Ghost in the Graveyard and "I never have ever" and generally cracked themselves up.
The backdrop and patch of red carpet saw far more action than I thought it would. This might be the only time some of these kids -- incuding my own -- have voluntarily asked to have their pictures taken. They started off with their best red carpet poses, but then things... devolved. As they will, with 12 tweens/teens.
Liv declared that this was the best birthday party, ever. It seemed like everyone had a good time, and there was even an afterparty (yes, really. HOW do they know about afterparties?) where a handful of them blasted music and danced crazily all around the dining room until the last of the mess was cleaned up and we booted them out. I count this as a success. I also count this as the last time I agree to host a red-carpet event on a weeknight. *yawn*