What a disaster. We got there less than 10 minutes after opening, but a group of 12 just beat us. Between that, and scheduled parties they had, the next available time to race was 4 hours later. What?? I almost lost it. Standing there, with 5 kids and no party. I begged and pleaded. Nothing. It broke our heart to have to tell Vinny. He was upset, and even a little teary but he took it like a man. Thankfully there was an indoor trampoline place right across the street so we ran over there.
Sure they could take us-- but they weren't open for another 45 minutes. Ugh. The kids hung out in the van, watching a movie, while Pete and I frantically got a hold of all the moms so they could get online and fill out new waivers (because God forbid we take kids on a trampoline without a waiver) One mom we could not get a hold of, so that kid is now known as Tyler Contini as far as Sky High is concerned.
Because we opened the place, it was pretty empty. I admit, the kids all took the change in plans in stride, and really seemed to have a good time. I, on the other hand burst into tears-- I guess the stress and guilt over ruining my kid's day just got to me.
After jumping we picked up Five Guys on the way home.
And celebrated with cupcakes!
But I still felt awful. We promised Vinny Go Karting, and damnit, we were going Go Karting.
May I present Party number 2!
I called the place and scheduled a full party, since that was the only way to reserve a time. Since it was the winter break, I was afraid his friends would be out of town. Not only were they able to come, but the 2 who weren't available for the last party were able to come to this one. Throw in a big brother and one of his friends and we had our 8.
The kids had a blast. I have to admit, it looked like a lot of fun-- I would love to try it one of these days!
As a party, they had the track to themselves for their races.
The top 3 racers received medals, and all the kids got a t-shirt.
We went home for ice cream (I was not making more cupcakes!) and called it a day.
Lesson learned--whatever it takes, for something like a party you need a reservation.