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Who: Mindy & EVERYONE that wants to go bowling
What: Mindy's Birthday Party
When: April 29th. After the reception, but before Brock and Mol duck out for their honeymoon.
Where: Alley Oops: Bowling Lanes
Notes: This is back-dated! There is bowling and there are bumpers for those that are LAME and can't bowl like grown-ups.



Mindy hadn't wanted something big. In fact, she'd pretty much informed Molotov the complete opposite of wanting a party. Weddings were a big deal. All the movies she'd watched about them had shown just how important they were to the bride and any attention that wasn't on the bride was a bad thing. Mindy was happy to just be a part of the wedding, to be asked to do something important that wasn't requiring extra ammo clips or a blunt object. The birthday was literally the frosting on the cake. The birthday cake that was staring at her as she entered the bowling alley.

It was amazing and Mindy couldn't actually believe that this party was hers. There was ice cream and bowling and all of her friends would show up at some point. She opted not to change out of her dress from the wedding. It was pretty and she'd never had a dress like this before. Plus, she figured the bowling shoes would still match.

Moving toward the cake, she circled it like a predator watching her prey. "This thing is unreal. It can't be real cake. It's fake, right? The real cake is off somewhere else." Mindy glanced around, trying to spot where the actual cake was hiding. "I mean, it's all..." Her hands moved on an angle, trying to mirror the sharp angles of the cake.

"Mol! Is this real cake or art cake for the magazines?"

Who: Mindy & ANYONE
When: No this is not horribly backdated. February 29th.
What: Leap Day turned Mindy's ROOM into a ballpit.
Where: Mindy's Room in the castle.



[HALP. Okay, not really help, but Mindy has lost everything in a sea of colored plastic balls. You might be able to see discernible landmarks of where her furniture used to be, but for the most part the floor has dropped seven feet and the ceiling has been lowered. It's just... a ballpit of doom.

Minus the doom. If you walk past her door, you might notice that the lowered ceiling also has knotted ropes, swings, ladders -- anything that might save you from drowning in the sea of colored balls.

She might throw one at you as you walk by. She's eleven twelve a kid. She can do these things.]