She had a more exclusive do this year, inviting only four friends from outside of school. They met us at McDonalds for an early tea of fries and lemonade (none for me thanks, only the threat of a hypoglycemic blackout would induce me to make a meal of McDs - but the staff were lovely!!).
Then the boy and I herded our gang of excitable girls and tweens to the local planetarium by way of cable car ride. The other passengers were impressively tolerant.
We watched Dawn of the space age, which is quite good even after the third viewing. The low point for me was the bit about the first dog to go into space, who was marooned in orbit with the car window permanently closed and the hot sun forever baking. The high point was at the end when the "camera" pulls back and back and back, showing us how nano-sized we really are compared to the universe.
And then the girls rampaged around the exhibition area with their balloons and high pitched squeals, quietening only for long enough to look at lovely Saturn through the really big telescope.
Her girlfriends gave gifts of books, Star Wars lego, craft kits and role-playing games.
There was one present, however, which she did not appreciate at all.
For on the next day, the universe gave her chicken pox.