As I was early, I was able to watch most of the kids arrive in their dress clothes, if that is really the term to use. It was an odd assortment of jeans with un-tucked dress shirts and clip-on ties for the boys and party dresses with Chuck Taylor sneakers for the girls. Is that a thing now? At least some of the sneakers were sequined. Since the clothes had changed I wondered if the social hierarchies were in place in California in 2012 as have been in place for decades in other locales like Mississippi and cable TV. I paid specific attention to those who seemed to be armed with posses, or whatever the plural of posse might be.
There was one pony-tailed young lady who seemed to have declared herself head decorator as she held very strong opinions about balloon placement and voiced promised repercussions for improper balloon handling etiquette. Balloon Girl, as I named her, seemed to be the Queen Bee until the arrival of another girl, who I named Sparkly Skirt. She was wearing what I can only assume were her mother’s clothes and shoes. Otherwise, she’s not being raised right, y’all.