We celebrated Mini’s third birthday at the Treehouse Social Club on Saturday. The party was an unmitigated success, friends.
The Treehouse is a hybrid of a restaurant and a kids play facility located on Robertson in Beverly Hills. During its normal business hours, people come in and eat lunch or breakfast, and let their kids play on the treehouse structure and slide, or in one of several play rooms.
There are tons of toys and computers and art supplies, so the range of ages of kids who would enjoy going there is pretty big. We had kids ranging in ages from 16 months to about 10 at Mini’s party, and everybody seemed to be having a great time.
What I like about the Treehouse is that, once your kid, like Mini, is old enough to run around and go down slides without falling (usually), you can kind of take your eye off of them for a few minutes and enjoy your lunch, because everything is locked and requires a buzzer to get in, so you don’t have to watch them like a hawk every second. Or, at least, not so much.
I’ve written about the Treehouse before, but having a party there was even better than going there during regular business hours. You get the whole place to yourself, and they do everything for you. Everything. They make all the food, blow up all the balloons, put out all the tablecloths, make sure there’s enough room for the gifts and favors, and pretty much anything else you need them to do.
Were you around for last year’s party? The one we held outdoors on the hottest day in April on record for the entirety of the history of the Los Angeles metropolitan area? When I made a giant cake in the shape of Thomas the Tank Engine, and it melted? Yeah. This time, absolutely nothing went wrong. Really. Nothing.
The Treehouse is a pretty festive place already (one of the owners is a former Hollywood set designer), so you don’t have to do much to decorate. They provided balloons, and I added a few tablecloths in a similar color scheme.
Every year, Mr. Right-Click puts together a book of photos of Mini, and then prints it up on Blurb for the grandparents. I wrapped the photo books to match the decor of the party, and briefly considered bringing wrapping paper so that I could rewrap all of the gifts that other people brought to match the color scheme, though I eventually reconsidered that plan. I wish I were joking, but I think you know I’m not.
It was kind of weird not having to do anything to set up for the party. I even had time to rock out before the guests arrived.
The thing is, you can even learn something from toddler guitars, if you’re in the right mood.
One other thing I have to tell you about is the Bubble King. Now, I was a little concerned about the Bubble King at first. Because, first of all, how exactly does one go about being coronated as the King of Bubbles? I mean, that just sounds like bullshit to me.
But more importantly, when the so-called Bubble King showed up at the Treehouse, he seemed a little disgruntled for a children’s party entertainer. Also, if I were in charge of crowing the King of Bubbles, well, let’s just say I don’t envision him wearing an STP T-shirt.
But whatever. Because turns out, dude is totally, the King of Bubbles. Dude can make bubble rainbows on command, like the one he put Mini into with his cousin.
Naturally, Mr. Right-Click, could not resist the opportunity to live life inside a bubble, even if only for a few seconds.
After he got out, I asked him if it was different in there — did the soap affect the way sound traveled or anything? “No,” he said, but the “colors were brighter,” and that all of a sudden, “things seemed possible that hadn’t been before,” once you’ve looked at life through the lens of a bubble created by a King.
We finished up the party by eating cupcakes that I did not make. Mini was very excited to blow out his candles. I was excited to eat about seven cupcakes over the course of the day, after which I told Mr. Right-Click that I knew I had a serious cupcake problem. He said, “Your only problem with cupcakes is not having enough cupcakes.” This is true.
Thanks to everybody at the Treehouse who helped make Mini’s party so special. And thanks to Mr. Right-Click for taking all of the beautiful pictures of the event. As you can see, it was fantastic!