Apparently the subject of how kids' parties have gone completely ape-crazy is just not going to get old. We talk about it here at Strollerderby all the time, and deconstructing the question of just who would throw their small child a huge, expensive birthday bash and why on earth they'd do it can be as satisfying as discussing whatever new mess Britney and Lindsay have gotten themselves into.
I can barely handle having to wear shoes to a party, so it's fortunate that I don't really know the kind of people that are discussed in this article, who throw parties for first birthdays that cost more than my wedding. More than fifty of my weddings, now that I'm thinking about it. Damn. My wedding did cost more than the birthday party I threw this weekend for my three-year-old, but my wedding was a lot fancier, too (there were piņatas).
These people are reserving ballrooms in five-star hotels, trying to one-up each other, spending some scary wads of cash. Don't they know that all you need are cupcakes and some room to run? Don't they know that you can rent a bounce house for several hours for just over a hundred bucks (and a wonderful lesson it was for me to learn that; we may rent one every weekend from now on)? Maybe they should contact these folks and learn to simplify.
