Birfdays and mystery trips and parties
Last week Mr M had his 50th burfdee. I mentioned that before. On Friday the third of the three stooges had his 50th birthday and his wife had organised a surprise party for him. We had to be there before 7pm so that everyone was in place when the birthday boy arrived. With both Mr M and me worrying about it we got there first. We were so first we helped to put the final touches to the decoration - we couldn't get a drink because the bar wasn't open yet. I had new batteries in the camera and spares in my pocket so when the main attraction arrived I was up and snapping. I did a few good pics of the food - some quite arty farty ones using the macro feature. We gave him a pocket watch with its own special pocket that slides onto a belt. It was lovely to see him so totally taken aback by the people that were there. He really enjoyed the party.
By 10pm we were flagging, the disco music was loud and even if he was playing all the 70s music and we knew all the words it wasloud. The smell of alcohol always makes me feel queasy and Mr M was in desperate need of a cigarette so all at once we were putting our coats on and saying our goodbyes.
As we settled into bed later that night Mr M suddenly lifted his head off his pillow and said "I am so glad you didn't do a surprise party for me. I had the best birthday ever ever!" I have to confess that I sent up a silent thank you to my cousin for giving us that lovely day, although the party was nice.... am I truely an old fogie for not wanting loud music for just wanting to be able to talk to people? I like music in the background sometimes but I like to listen to music not fight with it. ~sigh~
By 10pm we were flagging, the disco music was loud and even if he was playing all the 70s music and we knew all the words it wasloud. The smell of alcohol always makes me feel queasy and Mr M was in desperate need of a cigarette so all at once we were putting our coats on and saying our goodbyes.
As we settled into bed later that night Mr M suddenly lifted his head off his pillow and said "I am so glad you didn't do a surprise party for me. I had the best birthday ever ever!" I have to confess that I sent up a silent thank you to my cousin for giving us that lovely day, although the party was nice.... am I truely an old fogie for not wanting loud music for just wanting to be able to talk to people? I like music in the background sometimes but I like to listen to music not fight with it. ~sigh~