Mine would be for my 50th birthday, it'd be held someplace with a gorgeous indoor pool (February is cold for outdoor pools) and it'd be as tropical a it could be.
Everyone would need to wear something flamingo.
We'd have a traditional luau.
And finish the evening with fireworks.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
It would be at my favorite restaurant with just the people I want. No presents and I would pay for the meal. It would require a Devil's Food Chocolate cake (made by my mom) and lot's of wine.
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“Until I discovered cooking, I was never really interested in anything.” ― Julia Child ―
I've never had a birthday that I was the only one being celebrated, is that the word?
I love sharing my birthday with my mawmaw.
But she and I have never had a joint birthday party. Not sure why.
But have always shared my birthday party with my brother, or my brother and a couple friends, we all had birthdays within days of each other.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I'd want a huge party. Everyone and their brother and their brother's friends and their brothers could come. Maybe a masquerade ball. Big fancy dresses, feathered masks. We'd have a big buffet dinner and open bar. A wonderful assortment of desserts and a soft-serve ice cream machine. A live band and lots of dancing.
Then, there would be a balcony, overlooking the party with a nice comfy couch. That's where you would find me most of the night. Watching. I love the idea of the party. And I love to see others enjoying it. But it would be too overwhelming for me.
What is this "if" thing? I actually do throw myself a party every year. I love having everyone get together. I very much stress that I want peoples presence, not presents. Last year was a backyard blowout with a DJ and karaoke. In the past, it has been at comedy clubs or restaurants or bars.
For my 75th, I'd like to start off with a full day at
Elizabeth Arden's Red Door Salon -the whole works
including mani/pedi/steam/massage/cut & style,
and makeup. I'd put on a new LBD and go to a
white-tablecloth steak house where I would feast
on Gentleman Jack, yellowtail sushi, oysters on the
half shell, prime rib or rack of lamb, grilled asparagus,
duchesse potatoes, and chocolate mousse for dessert.
Then I'd go home where our friends would be waiting
with cake and champagne, and fireworks!
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
The most amazing black forest cake ever. And not just one piece. And champagne. And all of my friends at a lake where we can lay on the beach (I have a January birthday, so it would have to be somewhere else)
The most amazing black forest cake ever. And not just one piece. And champagne. And all of my friends at a lake where we can lay on the beach (I have a January birthday, so it would have to be somewhere else)
My 60th happened in the middle of the week, and I
really wanted to go to a nice restaurant and have
someone else cook for me, but that wasn't in the
budget, so DH said we'd go out on the weekend
after the real date. I was having sort of a pity-party
for myself - after all, 60 only comes once in a life time.
DH said: "We'll go out on the next weekend, after I
get paid." OK. One of our friends called me the day
before and said: "How about coming over for dinner
with us tomorrow - nothing special, just pot luck, but
we'd love to have you over." SUPER! At least my
special day wouldn't go unobserved.
DH was uncharacteristically slow in getting ready to
drive to our friends. Host meets us at the door, and
gives me a great big bear hug, and spins me around
and around. By the time he puts me down, 12 of our
closest friends had appeared from another room, and
were clapping and whistling!!! Talk about surprises!
And they had even car-pooled, and hidden the cars
around the corner, so I never suspected a thing! There
were all sorts of wonderful real and gag gifts - their
imaginations were working overtime!!! And they had
even gotten a card from all of our wheelchair square
dancers in the rehab hospital - that was an amazing feat!
Right now..I'm thinking the best party would be me, alone, in the fanciest hotel for a full night and day, and room service, maybe a massage, a good book. But normally, a nice dinner out with family and a few close friends.
A surprise party might be nice too, if someone else was hosting.
Next year is my 50th and I have begun to plan. I have always wanted to do a spa day. As in an all day beauty day - massage, facial, mani pedi. To be pampered all day....or two even.
So sis and I are planning it out for some spa time and a bed snd breakfast stay on my birthdy. She snd I plus possibly a few more.
I'd love to wake up to a spotless house courtesy of DH and DS. A giant Hershey's dark chocolate bar would be fantastic and I'd be set on candy for at least a year. Birthday dessert - slightly underdone brownies fresh from the oven.
I really snookered 1st DH on his 50th. As was his usual routine, he spent Sunday afternoons practicing his square dance calling in our living room, usually in just his briefs and a robe - very casual.
I frequently did catering for friends and neighbors, and I used the ruse that our next door neighbors were having an afternoon party, I was the caterer, so there was nothing unusual about my making several party platters. I even brought several dishes next door for neighbor to keep in her refrigerator.
At the appointed time, eight couples just walked right up to the door and came in, without even knocking, carrying lots of balloons and singing Happy Birthday. Caught DH just as he was! After party food and beverages, we rolled out the dining room table and DH called an impromptu square dance!
We threw my dad a surprise party for his 40th. We live on a private road with 2 neighbors, 50 extra cars would be noticeable. So our neighbor called my dad a few weeks before the party and told him he was having a big party (a normal occurance) and asked if his guests could park in our yard (also a normal occurance). So, when my dad comes home to a yard full of cars, he doesn't give it a second thought.
My 60th happened in the middle of the week, and I really wanted to go to a nice restaurant and have someone else cook for me, but that wasn't in the budget, so DH said we'd go out on the weekend after the real date. I was having sort of a pity-party for myself - after all, 60 only comes once in a life time. DH said: "We'll go out on the next weekend, after I get paid." OK. One of our friends called me the day before and said: "How about coming over for dinner with us tomorrow - nothing special, just pot luck, but we'd love to have you over." SUPER! At least my special day wouldn't go unobserved.
DH was uncharacteristically slow in getting ready to drive to our friends. Host meets us at the door, and gives me a great big bear hug, and spins me around and around. By the time he puts me down, 12 of our closest friends had appeared from another room, and were clapping and whistling!!! Talk about surprises! And they had even car-pooled, and hidden the cars around the corner, so I never suspected a thing! There were all sorts of wonderful real and gag gifts - their imaginations were working overtime!!! And they had even gotten a card from all of our wheelchair square dancers in the rehab hospital - that was an amazing feat!
Aww, this is so sweet! Lucky you, and you did deserve a wonderful party.
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I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
We threw my dad a surprise party for his 40th. We live on a private road with 2 neighbors, 50 extra cars would be noticeable. So our neighbor called my dad a few weeks before the party and told him he was having a big party (a normal occurance) and asked if his guests could park in our yard (also a normal occurance). So, when my dad comes home to a yard full of cars, he doesn't give it a second thought.
You all did a good job!
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I drink coffee so I don't kill you.
I quilt so I don't kill you.
Do you see a theme?
Faith isn't something that keeps bad things from happening. Faith is what helps us get through bad things when they do happen.
After party food and beverages, we
