Today is my Grandmother's 90th birthday. Happy Birthday!! (she reads this sometimes....)
Yesterday we had a party at my parents house. Lots of relatives in attendance, and it was a lot of fun. Some of these relatives I hadn't seen in years. In fact, I hate to admit it, I don't remember them. They all say "You were so small when I last saw you" that it had to have been at least 30 years. I haven't been small in a long, long time.
We had cake and ice cream, like a typical party. For some reason I thought we were going to eat a meal at this event, and thus I didn't eat beforehand. The party started at 2 PM, so I was a bit hungry. Okay.... very hungry. I think I ate all the Chex party mix that was set out, and probably looked like a pig dong it.
I even dressed up for the party. Actually, I was told I HAD to. Then several people wore jeans. I was a bit upset (not really) but I pretended to be, just to maintain appearances. I'm a jeans guy, and dressing up isn't my thing. When they first told me I had to wear "dress clothes", I complained. It was expected of me... and we all had a big laugh over it.
Grandma was happy with the great turnout for the party. All these family members. She was afraid that no one would actually show up, but she was very wrong. A good time was had by all, so I suggested that in 10 years we do it again! At the rate Grandma is going, 10 years will not be a problem for her.