AS TOLD BY DAVID NINOMIYA
The plan was to meet at Janice's house and walk to some park, I forget which one. We were supposed to meet at like 10AM, but since I'm taking the unpredictable bus, I get there a bit early, maybe 9:45AM. For some reason, everyone is there already, and that was rather weird. Nothing wrong with it, but my friends never come 15 minutes early, well, not ALL of them anyway.
They have all the usual picnic stuffs, food, this ice chest, presumably with drinks, bags of stuff, and whatever else one brings to a picnic. Anyway, I volunteer to carry things because first of all, I feel like a bum not buying anything (no one told me to) and secondly, I'm like the last one to get there, not doing any preparation work, but then again I'm 15 minutes early, so still not sure what's up with that. However, they don't want me to carry anything, so I'm like ok . . . I mean there are some girls of the group struggling to carry it and I feel bad, but they insist I don't help. Bunch of weird friends I have . . .
We walk down to some park in Kahala and Connie tries to show me something or other. She leads me away from the rest of the group and starts talking about something. Just then, I see this huge water balloon hurled past me. Then I see another water balloon hurled past me, so I turn around and see my friends trying (unsuccessfully) to hit me.
I pick up an unbroken balloon and fling it back at them. Apparently the ice chest was full of these things, and it gets pretty ugly, pretty fast. I think at this point, Connie, disappointed with the aim of our friends, (not like she could've thrown any better) picks up a water balloon, walks towards me and breaks the water balloon against my shirt. Of course there was retaliation for that, and I think at this point, either Nelson or Martin, or someone helps me pick up the ice chest, fill it up with water, and dump it on Connie.
At the end of this, half of us are pretty soaked, the other half have wisely stayed out of the mess when they realized this water balloon fiasco wasn't going as planned. If you're wondering what the point of this little exercise in futility was for, it was because it was my birthday. Well, a week before or something. At least they were nice enough to bring a towel along for me, and gave me a dry shirt for a present. However, a bunch of us were also soaked, especially Connie, since we dumped an ice chest of water on her. How sad, no dry shirt or towel for her. =( I guess that's what happens without the foresight to believe that when you have a bunch of teenagers and a bunch of water balloons, more than one person might get wet.