Archive for March, 2008

Oh My Cleveland

I should have known.

Just when I shout my love for Cleveland from the rooftops, I read this –

Goody bags gone bad

Kids today expect pricey birthday-party favors, and parents are getting sucked in

Monday, March 03, 2008

John Campanelli

Cleveland Plain Dealer Reporter

At the conclusion of the lovely kids birthday party, with cake and ice cream and games, the hostess bid each guest farewell with a smile and a goody bag. A 6-year-old boy grabbed his, peered inside and said, “This is a rip-off!”

 

At another party, a mother decided to do the unthinkable and not even give treat bags. A group of 7-year-olds cornered her and complained: “You should have told us before we came!”

Still another mom called her child’s friends to invite them to an upcoming birthday bash. At least one of the kids refused to accept the invitation . . . at least until she told them what was going to be in the gift bag.

When another party ended without swag bags, a group of outraged 10-year-olds bum-rushed the birthday boy and . . . beat him up.

 

When I was growing up, the birthday parties I attended were different from the ones today but we were all given goody bags when it was time to leave.

The major difference is the contents – instead of paper noisemakers and costume jewelry, today’s birthday party gift bags include iPods and gift cards.

I won’t deny that there will be gift bags at Luke’s birthday party next month.

And I’m in Manhattan – capital of the goody bag craziness.

But I’m personally just a bit more reasonable with the goody bag contents and always will be — no matter what expectations the kid attendees may have.

Planning a birthday party? What will be in the gift bags?

Not doing gift bags at all? Attended a party where the parents got sucked – suckered—in?

Tell me about it!

(Or post a comment below if you aren’t shy.)

 

Cleveland Rocks

OHIO!

Cleveland
Solon 
Glenwillow Rocks!

And I mean it.

(Despite that license plate I saw on the way in from the airport… hello people!! WTF)

Just because I’m from Manhattan, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eat sushi and pizza with my peeps in Ohio.

(Reminder: Not everyone here acts like they belong on The Real Housewives of New York City)

There’s nothing like Midwest sushi and pizza, people.

Landlocked sushi in below freezing weather. Yum.

I’ll tell the truth, I didn’t have any. We tried. We couldn’t.

Too many people wanted to. (1/2 priced sushi night in Ohio, baby)

Imagine that.

What an interesting blog post that would have been.

And I would have shared with you my secret diva demand – that was never filled – for some cute swag.

But it doesn’t matter.

I did battle a snowstorm to come home to my sweet kiddos.

And that is all that matters.

Now that I told the world I love Cleveland and the surrounding ‘burbs, all of you living there better not mess up on Tuesday. 

Email me or post a comment if you aren’t a fraidy cat. 

But only if you weren’t eating pizza and spinach dip with me this week.

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