OK.--someone should have been counting bottles of champagne—or at least glasses in the hand of Miss Birthday. The celebration went very late and ONE of us took two days to recover from an excess of champagne, sushi, dancing and fun (the other had possession of the car keys, which didn’t dampen the fun. She will sip champagne another day). But of course, Virginia is a year older now so recouping may be a bit more difficult. Two restaurants, two parties, tons of friends—all pulled together at the last minute—and maybe that’s the way to do it. No long range planning and fretting the small stuff to gum up the intention—which should be to “play nicely with others.”
Sometimes it seems when we get into the long range details, we get bogged down in the minutiae (like the color of napkins) and forget the purpose of a party—whatever it’s for-- is to have a ball. That didn’t happen Friday night. There was no “save the date notice” no rsvps, just a quick email that went out Thursday—if you’re around, this is where we’ll be--join us.
And we can honestly say that a good time was had by all—especially the birthday “girl” (a stretch—but like we said last time, who’s counting?
Labels: aging, birthdays, friendship, fun, party