BLOODY MUSICAL CHAIRS
Even so, one of the best birthday parties I've ever had - I'd highly recommend this game to spice up any occasion.
Okay, no party is a party without a party outfit, I wore a comfortable empire lace dress I bought many years ago for a Halloween party (Wednesday Adams).
I teamed that up with comfortable riding boots for the rural neighbourhood and some sexy black knee high school-girl socks with little bows, that I never get to use.
Got there and my brothers were still sleeping, but at least my mother and her husband was up and about as well as all the grandchildren - plus there were treats galore to enjoy. So I hung out with the kids. It started with story book readings and progressed to physical games. And so was born the idea that all the guests should participate in a game of musical chairs before the end of the party, after I introduced my three year old nephew to it.
I first went to give my brothers a rude awakening - who were all up till the wee morning hours the night before - and finally my brother Jethro was the first to stumble in, with his wife and youngest son.
Shortly after them, my brothers Yeshua and Levi also joined.
We ate snacks and chilled in the lounge with the kids, before the party moved outdoors for the braai.
At one point while outside preparing the food, my brother Levi brought out his rifle for me to see and handle. I'm not a big gun person, but this is the reality of growing up with just brothers, sometimes you have to join them in their games too. In the process my three year old nephew also gave it a try.
Shame, that gun is so incredibly heavy but he sure tried his best. He looked so gangster, I simply had to capture it.
Besides, I honestly fell completely in-love with the little guy... I don't see him much, but I was simply blown away by his kind, exuberant spirit, not to mention his caring manner towards his youngest brother.
We had our meal under the trees as well as our desert, before I finally convinced everyone there to join me in a game of musical chairs... the kids were eager to get it all set up, and so it stood around the usual 'Christmas Tree'. This game is a very fascinating game to me... it's all good fun at first, as the least competitive people fall out first. Yet once it gets down to three people, that's when it gets hilarious, as the least competitive people watch the most competitive players, fight it out.
There were some ground rules, "no hitting, scratching, biting or the sort..." but no one ever said anything about shoving, and so in the battle for the last two places there were two injuries, one to the body, the other to the ego.
Guess which was worse? No, not that one.
And so we were down to two players, one with a bleeding arm after falling against the 'Christmas Tree', and another, who shoved an invalid girl of seven, out of the way to stay in the game - I should mention, had she the strength, she would have done the same to him.
And so the host of my party - my baby brother and actual life-saver - took the cake in a game of musical chairs, in a not-so-graceful way. He won the Victor Ludorum in his final school year, so no one questions his tenacity in competitive sports.
Thus my little suggestion left behind him (on the same trampoline that broke her femur and turned her into an 'invalid' after she climbed too high up the tree before her usual jump down while showing off to her little cousin) a visibly upset girl.
And this little guy, fighting with him, for her honour and the injustice he did her, with his cheating.
In future, I'd recommend, the best out of three games, win... that should make for even more fun, no doubt.
It was all a bit noisy though, and so on my drive back home I stopped off at the Irene Milk Farm for a moment's serenity.
All in all, it was a thoroughly enjoyable way to spend my birthday celebration Saturday and I felt quite humbled by this kind gesture from my baby brother.
WORDS: rhodenel©7SEP2024
PHOTOGRAPHY: rhoderuth©7SEP2024
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