Since we had a summer solstice party, of course we had to mark the vernal equinox. Saturday evening we had a big ole bash with 55 teens aged 12-15. Though we were hoping for summery weather, we ended up with black clouds hovering, and had to do some quick changes to the agenda. Luckily, it hadn’t begun raining when everyone came, so we started out by playing Human Foosball in the backyard:
We used three balls at once and lots of “fetchers” to retrieve stray balls as they were kicked everywhere. The rules were that players could only move laterally along the lines (as in table foosball), and each team managed several goals with minimal fudging. During a wild round of Capture the Flag, it began to rain, so we moved into the garage to watch the Tim Conway/Don Knotts whodunit spoof, Private Eyes. Originally, we were going to use J’s work projector to project the movie on an outside wall and sit in the grass, but as a storm threatened, J worked up a PVC frame for a king-sized white sheet so that we could move the film into the garage. We did a last-minute round of calls for kids to bring camp chairs, and set up with lots of soda and snacks and hot chocolate and popcorn for some great laughs. If you haven’t seen Private Eyes, you are really missing out–it’s the Conway/Knotts team at its crazy best, and I’ve never met anyone who didn’t like it. I promise you will laugh! It turned out really well because as Inspector Winship and Doctor Tart investigated murders in the spooky Morley mansion, thunder clapped outside the garage.
It was still wet after the movie, so we tried a round of indoor hide-and-seek. The kids were too hyper to last long with that, so they chose to brave the slick grass for some in-the-dark Capture the Flag wearing their party favors, which were glow-bracelets:
After that, they were ready to do some dancing. N had downloaded several fun songs, but the best response was to the Cha-Cha Slide:
I loved how the kids were so un-selfconscious and really had fun with the dancing and with each other. Toward the end of the evening, two boys even agreed to a breakdancing dance-off:
We had prizes and more dancing until parents came to fetch their kids at 11. Goodbye, Summer; welcome to Autumn!