My Birthday Party
I had my 40th birthday party tonight.
Nothing big or elaborate. Just a party of 15 (kids included) at JJ's restaurant for dinner and an ice cream cake. (I guess they're trying to knock me off and collect the life insurance money from dairy poisoning. LOL)
I guess we just really can't afford to have the party I was hoping for. Money has been tight for a while, and we've had some pretty big unexpected expenses just in the last couple of months (not to mention years). I'm sure that any money that had been set aside for my birthday bash got used up on things we needed as a family a long time ago. And, in the end, that's really more important.
Thanks, guys, for giving me a really nice evening and a dinner with many of those I care about. Too bad no one from my own family could be there. I guess I'll have the usual Sunday birthday dinner at Mom's next weekend.
Attending:
Karen, Jack and Delaney.
Matty, Baily, Clayton, and Parker.
Brandy, Aaron, and Alex Jones.
Sherrill and Kylee Behymer.
Jo Ann Chambers.
Stephanie Hatton-laugherty.
... and a baby, that I think belongs to Brandy and Sherrill's cousin, Sam.
I'm just glad we didn't do the restaurant and comedy club, or bar thing this year. At least this way, it was people who are, and have been, really close to me over the past ten years. I was spared the last minute party with only a dozen people showing up out of pity for the guy turning 40, while we all listened to whatever act was hired by the club for the night.
Although, if we had gone to Teacher's down in St Charles, we could have reserved a couple of pool tables and the Video Trivia games for however big of a group actually could make it out for the evening. Still not what I wanted for my 40th party, but it would have been fun; and if we got there early enough before whatever band is hired for the night we could actually socialize and talk for a couple of hours before it got too loud to hear anything. I'm horrible in bars after the loud music or live show starts. My left ear rattles like a broken speaker, and I can't hear or make out a thing anyone is saying all night long. It's like hearing too many things at once, and yet being completely deaf anytime someone tries to talk to you. I have to say "what" at least 4 or 5 times before I finally figure out what is being said to me (at which point I feel completely embarrassed and about 2 inches tall) or I just smile, laugh a little, and pretend that I heard what they said. So I'm out of the loop and any ongoing conversation from that point on fro the remainder of the night.
So that's it. Done and over with, and I can stop wondering in worried anticipation to see if I'm having my dream party or not. Time to move on.
I never thought that I would reach 40, only to immediately look forward to turning 50 just for one reason. I guess I'll start hiding money away now, and start planing that party for myself rather than hope someone else does it for me. Hopefully, I live long enough to finally have my dream birthday party. In the meantime, I'll just throw up in my mouth and bite my tongue every time someone else gets theirs for their 30th, 40th, or 50th.
I'm going to save up enough money for both vinyl clad strippers AND lingerie clad wrestlers. A magician and a DJ to keep people entertained playing 80's music and club mixes (guess it will all be a retro theme by then)... and even though the song will be over 12 years old and lame by that time, and if I can still stand and walk on my own by then with all of my back problems, I'm finally going to get everyone to dance to the Cupid Shuffle with me. I haven't been practicing for the past 4 1/2 months for nothing. I'll pay for an open bar so that I can get completely plowed without worrying about paying too much for every drink I order, and I'll make sure they stock up on the standards plus the kind of stuff I like to drink. Lots of Blue Agave, tequila, Blue Caraco, and Amaretto Sour mix. Not just beer and whiskey drinks, but fun martinis and "fru-fru" drinks as Karen likes to call them when she teases me about drinking girlie drinks. And we'll have Jello shots and test tube shots being passed around on the floor.
Aww fuck! Who am I kidding. The reason I'm not having my dream birthday party now (besides the money factor) and the reason that It won't happen 10 years from now, is because I'm just a lame loser and I don't even have enough friends to throw that elaborate of a party. If I had a clean house and large and clean garage (like Doug and Val have), I might be able to have something cool on a smaller scale like that here at home with about 20 to 40 people. But let's just be honest and face it; it's never going to happen. Things that fun or exciting down't happen for me unless I'm sharing the lime light with someone more popular and social than myself. The closest I'll come to a party on that scale, that isn't someone else's, would be an anniversary party for Karen and I. people will show up for her. Which reminds me, I guess I had better start planning for her 40th. I've only got 2 years and 3 months to plan and save for that. I pulled off an ok 30th birthday party for her, but the next one should be even bigger and better. (hopefully she won't be sick for that one).
Nothing big or elaborate. Just a party of 15 (kids included) at JJ's restaurant for dinner and an ice cream cake. (I guess they're trying to knock me off and collect the life insurance money from dairy poisoning. LOL)
I guess we just really can't afford to have the party I was hoping for. Money has been tight for a while, and we've had some pretty big unexpected expenses just in the last couple of months (not to mention years). I'm sure that any money that had been set aside for my birthday bash got used up on things we needed as a family a long time ago. And, in the end, that's really more important.
Thanks, guys, for giving me a really nice evening and a dinner with many of those I care about. Too bad no one from my own family could be there. I guess I'll have the usual Sunday birthday dinner at Mom's next weekend.
Attending:
Karen, Jack and Delaney.
Matty, Baily, Clayton, and Parker.
Brandy, Aaron, and Alex Jones.
Sherrill and Kylee Behymer.
Jo Ann Chambers.
Stephanie Hatton-laugherty.
... and a baby, that I think belongs to Brandy and Sherrill's cousin, Sam.
I'm just glad we didn't do the restaurant and comedy club, or bar thing this year. At least this way, it was people who are, and have been, really close to me over the past ten years. I was spared the last minute party with only a dozen people showing up out of pity for the guy turning 40, while we all listened to whatever act was hired by the club for the night.
Although, if we had gone to Teacher's down in St Charles, we could have reserved a couple of pool tables and the Video Trivia games for however big of a group actually could make it out for the evening. Still not what I wanted for my 40th party, but it would have been fun; and if we got there early enough before whatever band is hired for the night we could actually socialize and talk for a couple of hours before it got too loud to hear anything. I'm horrible in bars after the loud music or live show starts. My left ear rattles like a broken speaker, and I can't hear or make out a thing anyone is saying all night long. It's like hearing too many things at once, and yet being completely deaf anytime someone tries to talk to you. I have to say "what" at least 4 or 5 times before I finally figure out what is being said to me (at which point I feel completely embarrassed and about 2 inches tall) or I just smile, laugh a little, and pretend that I heard what they said. So I'm out of the loop and any ongoing conversation from that point on fro the remainder of the night.
So that's it. Done and over with, and I can stop wondering in worried anticipation to see if I'm having my dream party or not. Time to move on.
I never thought that I would reach 40, only to immediately look forward to turning 50 just for one reason. I guess I'll start hiding money away now, and start planing that party for myself rather than hope someone else does it for me. Hopefully, I live long enough to finally have my dream birthday party. In the meantime, I'll just throw up in my mouth and bite my tongue every time someone else gets theirs for their 30th, 40th, or 50th.
I'm going to save up enough money for both vinyl clad strippers AND lingerie clad wrestlers. A magician and a DJ to keep people entertained playing 80's music and club mixes (guess it will all be a retro theme by then)... and even though the song will be over 12 years old and lame by that time, and if I can still stand and walk on my own by then with all of my back problems, I'm finally going to get everyone to dance to the Cupid Shuffle with me. I haven't been practicing for the past 4 1/2 months for nothing. I'll pay for an open bar so that I can get completely plowed without worrying about paying too much for every drink I order, and I'll make sure they stock up on the standards plus the kind of stuff I like to drink. Lots of Blue Agave, tequila, Blue Caraco, and Amaretto Sour mix. Not just beer and whiskey drinks, but fun martinis and "fru-fru" drinks as Karen likes to call them when she teases me about drinking girlie drinks. And we'll have Jello shots and test tube shots being passed around on the floor.
Aww fuck! Who am I kidding. The reason I'm not having my dream birthday party now (besides the money factor) and the reason that It won't happen 10 years from now, is because I'm just a lame loser and I don't even have enough friends to throw that elaborate of a party. If I had a clean house and large and clean garage (like Doug and Val have), I might be able to have something cool on a smaller scale like that here at home with about 20 to 40 people. But let's just be honest and face it; it's never going to happen. Things that fun or exciting down't happen for me unless I'm sharing the lime light with someone more popular and social than myself. The closest I'll come to a party on that scale, that isn't someone else's, would be an anniversary party for Karen and I. people will show up for her. Which reminds me, I guess I had better start planning for her 40th. I've only got 2 years and 3 months to plan and save for that. I pulled off an ok 30th birthday party for her, but the next one should be even bigger and better. (hopefully she won't be sick for that one).