ALOA

by lcjonesla

No, that is not a typo.

This was almost the theme of my Hawaiian party thanks to some DGAF teenagers and the San Andreas weather we’ve been having.

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The party was not good timing, but I could not adjust the date after I told my friends I was recreating an Islander/Jungle Party from our college days back in early April, flights were booked within an hour.

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Back to ALOA.

Because I am a fiscally responsible adult, I ordered lettered balloons from Amazon.

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Instead of making it rain at Party City or being impulsive at the alluring/Pinterest worthy store Montana Balloon, I decided to be crafty, and thought I would get the balloons blown up at Vine American Party store down the street from Casa de Jones.

As we walk to car with the ‘ALOHA’ balloons, 20 minutes before the party, we realize the ‘H’ is gone.

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ALOA.

We go back into store searching.

Still ALOA.

Aw HELL.

Teenager: The ‘H’ blew away.

Then I lost it.

I became Godzilla tearing apart the miniature balloons trying to come up with a solution.

FAIL

FAIL

So many vowels, so little time.

Should we spell out ‘AA’ for those reconsidering a change in their lifestyle after this event?

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With the party starting at 2pm, I had no choice.

1:47pm- Me: Hello, Montana Balloon?

Insufficient funds.

But it was worth it.

The luau was a hit.

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Thank you to all my friends who flew out, everyone who attended, my parents who consider me the most neurotic human on the planet and still have not disowned me, and my friends Lauren and Irina for attempting to keep me sane.

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Love you all.

Aloa,

Giggles

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