Well, my eightieth birthday party was not as stressful as I thought, except I feel that Marilyn worked too hard to make sure everything went well. We wanted to have it at home so that limited the number we could invite and I think there were about 30 in all. Jamie had set up the garage as a second sitting area and people moved around and joined in different groups.
It was interesting because, as well as our Australian friends, there were lots of filipinos including the ones I had sponsored to work at Giant Steps, and other friends we have made through Nera's contacts. The food was wonderful; what Marilyn had prepared and the traditional filipino dishes brought to share. I hadn't expected gifts but I did acquire some good whisky and a bottle of a better-than-average port among other interesting items.
I was, of course, expected to make a speech and there were audible groans when I took my sheet of notes out of my pocket; clearly people, were expecting that I would ramble on too long. It really doesn't matter how well I prepare for making a speech, it never comes out quite as I expect. Apparently, Nera recorded it on her 'phone so I don't know what will happen to it. It might even end up on Facebook.
I noticed this morning that a photograph of my cake has been posted on Facebook for all to see. I might investigate whether I can re-post it so that more people can see it.
So, I'm now, officially, an old codger. I will need to work at filling that role: expressing strong opinions on everything, complaining about the younger generation, demanding attention, and so on. I might even enjoy it.
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