Saturday, August 11, 2012

Day 356: Cel-e-brate Good Times, Come On!

I wasn't going to have a 50th birthday party. I definitely didn't want a big bash (I think I've mentioned that I'm liking crowds — meaning, more than eight people — less and less as I age), and to me, my big (expensive) celebration is my trip to Mendocino in two weeks. But several of my friends were insistent that this is a milestone that deserves to be marked in some way, so I decided that I'd have a handful of pallies over to play games and eat pie with me and watch as I blow out 50 candles. So that's what I did tonight.

And even though it was one of most humid days of the year, and by the end of the evening my moisture-wicking Spanx were sobbing for mercy ("I guess there's a limit . . ." Mrs. Cynicletary commented), it was a blast! I invited exactly eight friends, so we were cozy in my little living room (and "cozy," of course, is just what you want to be on a hot and humid night — sigh), and we ate salad and pizza and drank red and white sangria and savored five kinds of pie — Key lime, blueberry streusel, pecan, sour-cream peach, and chocolate fudge — plus brownies and strawberries and whipped cream, and played many many games! To wit:
  • Paths to Jen + Two Truths and a Lie
  • Name That Tune of 1962 or 1978*
  • Salad Bowl
  • Ball and Chain, One-Night Stand, or Corpse
  • Jenpardy
  • Six-Word Summaries
  • Consequences
I love love love drinking cocktails and playing party games with my friends, more than almost anything on Earth. Even when it's hot.

Oh, and: Tomorrow will NOT be Weigh-In Day! Though for me I didn't drink all that much, and while I tasted every pie (YUM), I didn't finish my plateful. But still. Pizza and pie are not my scale's friends, this I know. And since I plan to eat blueberry pie for breakfast and leftover pizza for lunch, maybe Monday won't be Weigh-In Day either.

However: Tonight I slid into a size 18 dress that I didn't even need to unzip first! And I wore high-heeled gold sandals and curled my newly bobbed hair and pretended to be Joan Holloway. Though hot and sweaty (have I mentioned that?) I still felt very cute and chic, and that is a nice thing to be able to say on the weekend of one's 50th birthday.

Time for bed. Though maybe first I'll look at my presents again. I got wonderful wonderful things from everyone, and in a HUGE surprise, a bunch of my Maud-L pals — masterminded by my darling friend Inspirational Kathy — chipped in to buy me a bottle of Dom Perignon!!! Brunie handed it to me and then laughed at the expression on my face. "Oh, you think I'm such a good friend now," she said. "Read the card!" And there they were: name after name of so many women I love. I got very teary.

I adore champagne, as Inspirational Kathy well knows, having put away a fair amount of it with me, and I have never tried Dom Perignon before. I am extremely excited!!!! (Personal thank-you notes to come!)

Okay, yes, I will go look at my presents again. And then to bed — I need to finish this job tomorrow and also exercise some pie off. Big day ahead!

Love to all,

Lady C

* Brunie asked me a while ago, "When was the last time you liked a current song?" And while there are random songs I do like, I knew what she meant — and the answer is 1978, the year I knew and liked almost every song on the radio. So tonight we celebrated songs from the year of my birth and the year of my musical nirvana  . . . and it was fantastic. There is nothing like a roomful of aging liberals belting out "Hot Blooded" and "Two Out of Three Ain't Bad" and "We Will Rock You." Man, typing this makes me want to do it all over again! Maybe I'll go see if Mimosa's still up.

1 comment:

  1. It's bad friend Suzanne who just flew in from Cambria today wishing you a belated birthday. But the good news is that I now have access to a coastal home that sleeps 12 so we can plan that CA ladies fest... perhaps next birthday?