The invitation read,
Sunday! Sunday! Sunday!
Tetherball, alcoholic Jell-O, and knives!
Grilling starts around 6.
Knives have to go away at around sunset.
It's my birthday, so if you want to dress
like a clown, I wouldn't be upset.
"Hmmm," I thought. "Drunk people with access to fire and knives. This should be... interesting." I didn't give much credence to the clown part at the time, but the first person to show up after Sarah's sister (who was helping set up) and myself (who is perpetually on time) was Sarah's mom in full Carmen-Miranda-as-clown regalia.
"Dammit, Mom! Where's the dip and cheese balls?"
Then this guy showed up in his Ringmaster's outfit
(apparently, Sarah's dream is to run away and join the circus)
Ya gotta love the crooked moustache.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, the traditional Skunk Cake awaited...
...as the knife-throwing competition began.
The guests made more balloon animal targets...
...as other guests arrived.
"Look at me! I found clown make-up in the bathroom"
"And I've had twelve Jello-shooters and now I'm holding a switchblade!"
"Well, dammit, I'm not about to be outdone at my own party."
'Wait till you see what we've done!"
"Now I have the switchblade!"
'We'll just sit on these steps waaaay over here."
The Skunk Cake held gooey surprises.
But it was Mmm! Mmm! Good!
"Y'all come back, now, y'heah?