Fell off the blogosphere for a couple of days while I celebrated my 30th. The party was celebrated a day early on Saturday afternoon at Strike Bowling Bar. We got off to a late start (note to other party planners at strike..tell your friends to turn up 30 mins earlier than your booking to get organised) but quickly ramped it up when the cowboy shots arrived. I spent the first part of the party running around freaked out trying to make conversation while organising everything. Being an unexperienced party planner and usually not operating in groups bigger than 6 I found it a little bit of a chore but I managed to get everyone bowling.
I started to relax when the cowboy shots came out as alchohol seems to have chill out qualities. Once the food had come out and everyone had scores on the board I was able to start having meaningful 5 second conversations. Why is it that when you have a party it’s an entirely different experience to attending a party? I guess it’s when you are the host you worry about people having a good time whereas when you turn up you just have to concentrate on having a good time. I’ll blame my preoccupation on that as the reason why I bowled over 4 gutterballs before I knocked over a pin. Is it irony to have a party at a bowling bar and be the worst bowler at the party?
Helen, Steve and Keith were kicking ass on my lane – they got over 130 if I remember correctly. This wasn’t a surprise as Helen and Steve had their own shoes but Keith was certainly the dark horse. Rohan must have been giving him tips. Over on the family lane Kelly and Mat were in a neck and neck battle for supremacy. Just as I went in to bowl I watch Mat knock over the single remaining pin in his lane which inspired me to knock over about 7 of mine. Mat was the winner in the family lane. I didn’t get to see the final result in the friends lane as I was in the loo – hopefully someone can enlighten me?
Once everyone had finished their 10 rounds we headed upstairs for the karaoke. After a quick run through on the touch screen I opened up the proceedings with a Kransky sister inspired version of Beat it. I figure it is more fun if karaoke isn’t taking seriously as there is nothing worse than a bad singer mournfully singing “I will always love you”. Highlights of the singing included all the spice girls songs, Keith’s elvis, Dad’s “Don’t worry be happy”, Pauline’s “Am I that easy to forget”, Cameron’s “New York, New York”, Michael’s “Wake me up before you go go” and Lynne and Chris “You’re the one that I want”. Noted pikers were Maria, Vanessa, Lisa and Mat.
The shingle inn cake was shared, Ella went to sleep, a camera lens cap was lost and a tonne of glasses were left in the room. The Strike venue was brilliant. Everyone was kind, they let us have the karaoke room for way longer than we paid for and the food was brought almost in a timely manner (but it couldn’t come quick enough for mum). The cocktails they made us were a big hit, especially the musk, redskin, kaluha milkshake and strawberry concoction made on the cheap for me. I recommend the place to anyone looking, although the $35 entry is maybe a little too steep. I’ve put photos up in the gallery so feel free to browse them at your leisure.
I know I had a good time because I had karaoke bruises on my knee the next day and didn’t move from the couch all day Sunday. All those who didn’t come truly missed out. My only regret was that I didn’t get to stand back and absorb or get to try some creative photograpy. Other than that it was the best birthday ever!