Happy Birthday to Me
Yesterday was my 65th birthday, so we had a few dozen people over to celebrate. The world and the weather cooperated on a beautiful evening and we partied until almost 9:30, when old guys like me turn into pumpkins.
I had fun taking photos of my friends. If you aren’t here, it’s only because I didn’t succeed in getting everyone.
Beth the Travel Goddess™ whipped together a 6 layer cake with whipped cream frosting. Travel isn’t the only thing she’s a Goddess at:
There was cake, there was singing. I asked for no presents, but got a few anyway. Barbara gave me a fabulous shirt, Sigrid found flashing suspenders. Manfred gave me a copy of “Why you lose at bridge”. There was a $50 Amazon gift card and a magnificent leather Dopp bag. Reed produced 3 bottles of fine Sauternes. Life is better than good.
Richard Timmons shares my birthday–but he’s a few years older.
There was one more guest we can’t overlook, Elmer Reed;
I’m not a dog fancier, but I guess I’ll make an exception for Elmer. He’s friendly, housebroken and doesn’t bark. Pretty much what I want from all my guests.
Once every 5 years is enough for me to have a birthday. Thanks to everyone who came and made the night so memorable. My life is incredibly rich with friends, and I’m damn grateful for it.