Saturday, July 09, 2011
speaking of birthdays ...
Today is my birthday. So far, I've had iced coffee and homemade cinnamon rolls, listened to my parent's long distance harmonious (um, sort of harmonious? maybe a little harmonious? really, well, not that harmonious) version of Happy Birthday and opened a present.
So far, it's been a damn good day.
I have to say though - it's been a good week - since at the beginning of it, Jane threw me what I can arguably say was my best birthday party ever -- and that's even including my 9th birthday when Mom let Stacy Rothschadel spend the night after we went to the Rockford Mall to see The Rockateer. God, that was a good birthday.
Jane put together the prettiest, loveliest garden party I've ever seen. I've a very visual person - and I like good looking things - and this party was good. looking. I felt like I spent most of the time oogling over the fresh flowers everywhere and all the adorable little vintage dishes holding every condiment under the sun. And I now believe chopped onions should always be served in a 1960s miniature sky blue crock.
Jane made everyone Watermelon Mojitos -- which I also now believe should be served every warm summer afternoon. Games were played - sparklers were lit - and cake ... oh god, was cake eaten. The most beautiful, impressive cake I've ever seen. Jane even made it my favorite color -- arctic frost.
Beyond being just plain beautiful and amazing ... this party was also fun. Despite horribly losing at bocce, I laughed so hard my face hurt and I ate so much my stomach hurt. It was indulgent, special and an absolute blast. (literally. we set off a bunch of fireworks.)
And I felt lucky, loved and slightly tipsy from all the mojitos. In conclusion - the best feeling ever.