Party Stop

Great mom and pop shop. Great service. Balloon delivery! This is such a life saver when planning a big party. If the store closes I hope they continue their balloon services!

So my birthday is coming up at the end of the month. Since I’m a single dude, I need to plan my own party. My plan is to invite many people on Facebook. But not all my friends are on Facebook. Apparently it’s just not cool anymore. Incidentally, Facebook turned ten years old today. So, for the über cool and super hip people who don’t use Facebook, I needed some card style invitations. Something I can hand to them. I want those people know I’m planning to have a party. I remembered this place was over here, next to the fancy Del Taco where you can buy beer.
I parked over by Albertsons, and walked over. I’ve never actually been in here, but I’ve passed it many times. I’ve been aware of it ever since I discovered the fancy Del Taco. I’ve just never needed party supplies before. I rarely need cardboard standees of the latest teenage heartthrobs. I don’t really ever need balloons, streamers or bows. While I often tell people I’m a party of one, I rarely actually buy supplies for my one man merrymaking.
As I entered, the bell announced my presence. A woman came out from the back, and greeted me warmly. She then queried me about my party supply needs. I informed her I needed some initiations for a party. Then she got serious and began asking for details. How old are the people? What kind of party? Trying to zero in on the perfect invitations to give to my friends. Quite helpful actually. I began to wonder how many people actually come in here.
She excitedly lead me to an aisle, and picked out a very nice, very grown up party invitation. They were black with a bright silver type. Sleek. Stylish. Adult. They were also five dollars for a pack of eight cards with envelopes. I thanked her, and started looking around the general area for myself. As the cards got less stylish, less grown up and less cool, they got less expensive. A few feet to the left, I found a package of eight cards for two dollars. Hey, I’m perfectly content with stupid, childish and inexpensive. So I’ve got cards that are colorful, fun and may have clowns on them. They fit the budget.
I took my cards to the register, and as I paid, we chatted about the cards, and how damaged (and 50% off) invitations are snatched up just about as quickly as they’re put in the damaged box. Nice lady. I thanked her for her time, declined an offer of a bag, and exited the premise.