It was almost 4PM when we reached Jollibee West Ave. The party was supposed to start at 3 but… of course you already know why. It was much like my own 7th birthday party. It was also at Jollibee (Padre Faura, I think). I was supposed to be picked up right after my class. 6:30PM, the school guard and I were having the most interesting heart-to-heart talk and in came my dad. I was shocked when I saw people I know and some other people I don’t know. Well, not just yet.
Sam seemed happy (not quite surprised) that she’s having a surprise party. I wasn’t there when they declared that she’s having one, so I won’t be able to tell how kiddie-happy she reacted. I’m sure somewhere in her mind, she was expecting it.
It went on like a usual kiddie party. I thought I could save myself from being called on as game participant by posing as a photographer, but that didn’t stop the annoying emcee from forcing me to join. It was a battle for the sexes, and I was surprised on how competitive the guys in my team were. I guess when you turn thirtysomething, the same thing will befall you.
I took some photos. My childhood idea of Jollibee being a boy was shattered at this party. I found out right then why they chose a bee as a mascot… you can’t tell if he’s a he or a she, or both.
Making faces. Sam’s the one in the middle.
New Age Party Hat. Must be the reason why there has been a sudden need for industrial designers. Kitch wanted one.
The main event. Why can’t it be Hetty Spaghetti? Or Champ? Or that guy with the coat and the burgerhat? I’ll understand why Chickie can’t come.
If you can’t beat them… Do something that would make it to the frontpage.
Monkey in the middle. This mascot apparently “harassed” me. I later on found out that it was a guy inside the big ball of crap. Can’t be any jollier than that.
Thoughts