The Birthday Boy sits on his Birthday Throne, surrounded by balloons of every variety and shape. Red, blue, black, silver, and white dots of color bob around him. A table at his right hand is draped with a red tablecloth, bedecked with assorted Spiderman emblazoned decorations, and heavily laden with every shape and size of mysterious, wrapped presents waiting to be opened. On his left hand sits a table spread with a delicious compilation of salty snacks, sweet fruit, thirst quenching drinks hid away in ice filled chests. Taking center stage, is an enormous rectangle cake brandishing the Happy Birthday greeting and showcasing a plastic, blinking Spiderman head.
The Birthday Boy gazes over his attentive audience of party goers. Mothers quietly chatter amongst themselves at tables on the outskirts of the Park Pavilion. Excited children wait expectantly for the first hint that the party games will begin. A gentle breeze stirs the air and the balloons shift and bump into each other making hollow thumping sounds around the Birthday Boy’s head.
He stirs himself from his lordly perch and descends to the waiting masses. They gather and swell around him as they jostle along through the pavilion, between the tables, and gain steam as they race along in a amoeba like mass spilling out onto the baseball field in the middle of the park. The Birthday Boy opens his first present of the day right there on home plate, a brand new, shiny raspberry colored aluminum baseball bat. He points regally to each member of the party revelers, motioning them with a wave of his hand, sending them to various spots around the empty field. The ball is pitched and the Birthday Boy lines up his hit, knocking the ball back the way it came like a shot from a cannon. The party guests turned baseball players scramble to catch the ball as it lands beyond their line and rolls a straight path along the unmowed grass. After leading his team of players around the field under the blazing sun for a good long while, the Birthday Boy marches his ball players turned birthday revelers sweaty, hot, and exhausted back to the cool and peaceful oasis of the pavilion.
Crowding and pushing against each other, the Birthday Boy leads his obedient horde to the waiting treasure filled chests of cold, icy refreshments. Sipping on a perfectly chilled juice box, the Birthday Boy retires once again to his colorful throne. He sits watching his birthday guests as they cool themselves in the light breeze flowing through the shaded pavilion. After a brief respite, he gestures to his mother and the mysterious packages on the present table are laid at his feet for his inspection. Picking one of the largest, brightly colored shapes, the Birthday Boy tears into each package with unbridled fervor. He makes quick work of the dwindling pile of assorted presents and sits afterward surrounded by bits and pieces of loose paper and torn envelopes as his mother stacks the multitude of newly opened gifts onto the now empty present table.
The Birthday Boy, having thanked his party revelers for their thoughtful presents, eyes his next conquest, a bright red and blue Spiderman bust hanging at the far end of the pavilion. He descends from his colorful balloon bedecked throne and leads his birthday guests turned pinata assassins to the waiting candy filled victim. The Birthday Boy orders everyone into a crooked circle and each assassin in turn takes a colored tassel hanging from the base of the treat hiding Trojan Spiderman. On the word go, every assassin at once yanks the coiled tendrils, effectively releasing the hatch on the bust and disembowling the cardboard structure, sending cascades of candy, chocolate, and dum dums onto the heads of the pinata assassins turned birthday revelers. Each squealing in delight and filling their bags with delicious sweets, none being any louder than the Birthday Boy himself.
The Birthday Boy leads his plunder laden crew back to their seats. Spread out before them are table settings of Spiderman themed plates, cups, and napkins, generously filled with snacks of every variety. The Birthday Boy is seated in the heart of his followers as the Wondrous Spiderman bedecked cake is set before him, with red and blue candles set alight and a large candle shaped like a number six commemorating the number of birthdays being celebrated. After the customary Birthday Song, the Birthday Boy filling his lungs with a swell of air, blows all of his candle out with one breath. His crew gladly accepts each plateful of cake and busily engage themselves with the task of filling their empty stomachs.
Contentedly full and with blue icing tinged lips, the Birthday Boy retires once again to his brightly adorned throne and happily watches his party guests as they pass in front of him on their way out, thanking him for being invited to such a wonderful party. Each reveler files out of the pavilion and into their vehicles holding their bag of sweets and Spiderman straw and cup keepsakes clutching them tightly to their chests.
Jostling softly side to side on the ride home in the back seat of his mother’s air conditioned car, the Birthday Boy turned sleeping child smiles pleasantly to himself as he dreams of next year’s Birthday Bash when he will become the Birthday Boy once again.