The Best Birthday Party Ever Essay

Birthdays come only once in a year and last year I celebrated my birthday the way I wanted to. My parents were gracious - enough to ask me for anything on that day and I asked them to arrange a grand party for my friends.

My mother is my best friend when it comes to inviting friends home. She helped me to make invitation cards and to fill them up with names. She made a list of all the friends I wanted to call and then made a card to send to each of my friends. The contents of each card were different so as to suit the taste of the particular friend to whom it was sent.

Thereafter she took me to the market and bought balloons and streamers, masks and caps, etc to decorate the house with. We ordered the cake and bought wrapping paper along with the return presents. As we reached home we sat down to work. We put up the streamers with tape and hung the balloons all over the walls and on the fans and doors and windows. We arranged the marks and caps in such a way that each friend of mine would pick one of his choices.

Mother was very busy. She spent the whole day in the kitchen cooking for all my friends. The cake arrived in the evening and soon my friends started pouring in. My father arranged some games for them and he became the referee for all our games. He arranged musical chairs, passing the parcel, follow the leader, dumb charades, etc. and all the children enjoyed themselves.

We had our tea after the cake was cut by me. The cake was in the shape of a beautiful house with colourful fencing and big chunks of chocolate. I was drowned in gifts once my friends left and I went to bed with the satisfaction of having enjoyed the best birthday party of my life.


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When summer comes, everyone is either planning a trip out of the country or a fun holiday to Bahamas, Hawaii name them. But, for my friend John, summer was the best time to hold a party at their home and have some friends come over. Last summer it happened to be his birthday month and he decided to celebrate it in style.

You see John is the kind of people who cannot withdraw from something until it is done no matter what. Last summer holiday, his dad planned to visit the famous Hawaii and excitement was building. But for John, his mind was planning the party and this included having a venue, drinks (in this case alcohol), girls and his friends. Earlier on, he had hinted the idea to me but, being brought up in a family where partying was for the rich and spoilt kids, I opposed the idea will full force, though it had been long since I went partying and have fun.

John had told me that his parents were going for a trip though he was to be left behind to man the house. He gladly accepted knowing that he will have the house all by himself and the venue was sorted. After much thought, I agreed to the idea and invitation were made to all the friends. Being a holiday, most of our age mates are idle, so they will agree on anything as long as it is fun.

I remember the party was to be held on a Friday. So on that date, as usual I left a message home that I will be spending the night at John’s. My parents had no problem with that since this was not the first time. As planned, we made the arrangement, alcohol was in plenty, and girls were to arrivestarting evening accompanied by their counterparts. Evening came and everything was set, music system check, drinks check, girls check, food check, lighting check so, may the birthday party begin.

The party started at seven o’clock with guests streaming in every minute dressed in spectacular clothes to commemorate the night. I was very excited to see everyone especially John who was now sipping his drink while dancing to the rhythm of the music. By ten o’clock John’s house was packed and everyone was busy.Some drinking, other socializing while others danced to the rhythm of the loud music. It was approaching twelve o’clock and I can confirm that about 99% of those who had attended were drunk and some lamenting and “talking in tongues.” I would call it that because no one could understand what the other person was saying.

Few minutes to one and I locked the door to contain the noise in the house. The temperatures were rising while more and more people joined the dancefloor as alcohol had taken the better part of their system. At about one o’clock, I had a knock at the door and for a moment I became sober. Before getting the door, I dashed towards the balcony where John was chatting with some girls and dragged him away. “Are you expecting anybody else at this hour?” I asked.  John said no but he could feel the nervousness in my voice. I told him that there was someone knocking the door and shouting his name. I also added that according to how the voice was calling his name, it seemed familiar. John shunned me off and told me may be it was one of his friends calling.

“Let’s go check it out,” he said. I followed him. By now the knocking had graduated into banging and that’s where I sensed danger. John got the door knob and quickly opened the door and the next thing I see is John rolling on the ground after a thunderous slap. I moved back a few steps and kept some distance to allow the intruder to come in. Alas! His father emerged from the front door so furious that I thought he could swallow everyone in the room. Where did he come from? I thought he was on an 8 hour flight to Hawaii? What could have happened? These were some of the questions running through my mind. John had now become sober. Just looking at his father’s face, you needed no notice that the party was over. All over a sudden, everyone was sober and running for their lives. John was given a thorough beating. If I could describe it right, I could call it a dogs beating. I have never forgotten that day since I could just stare at John as he received blows for all of us. Of course I also went home but I learnt later that the flight had been counseled due to bad weather.

Today, I always remind John of the mighty door slap and I can help but laugh at how the whole situation came down. For your information, John was grounded for a month with no TV or any electronic device. Quite traumatizing.

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