|When thrifty goes wrong
I didn't really have the option to change location, since we'd invited my son's entire baseball team that had finished up the season the month before (which is why we planned it when we did) and I didn't have contact information to let them know of the change of plans and, in this day and age of no one RSVPing, it was impossible to tell who, if anyone would be coming. Instead, I just monitored the hourly forecast nearly obsessively for the days leading up to the party and hoped for the best. As we were loading up the minivan, getting ready to go, it was sprinkling, but faith and the weather map on my husband's cell phone seemed to indicate we'd be okay.
|The free-to-me birthday cake my mom made for the party
As the rousing game of Scrabble was wrapping up and the boys started indicating a desire for present time, dark clouds started rolling in. We weren't going to make it after all. I started letting people know that all non-essential items probably should be moved to the car and anything we still needed should be moved under the cover of the snack bar and my husband checked his phone's weather map and pronounced we had about 10 minutes before we got rained on.
We spread blankets on the floor of the covered area and set up a picnic and present area. The staff was very accommodating, going around our improvised party area to do their tasks (we made sure we wouldn't be too much in the way when we set stuff up) and everyone happily ate their cake and ice cream. My son was happy with his gifts and he and his friend had a blast running around in the rain after present time.
I guess even though it wasn't the ideal party, it was fun and memorable. After all, when the birthday boy has this expression on his face for most of the party, it was a good one:
|My son's friend and my son, sporting his new official Indiana Jones hat