Monday, April 16, 2012

Be Careful What You Ask For

I just hit one of those milestone birthdays -- I turned 50 a week ago.  I'm proud of every gray hair and all the crow's feet that tell the tales of my journey.  I had told a friend that I wanted a fuss for my birthday.  After all, it isn't every day that you turn half a century.  Said friend and her S.O. took me out to dinner for sushi, which was enjoyable and quite tasty, but no fuss.  So I figured, eh, very nice of them to take me out, I'm still having a nice birthday, no problem.

Coincidentally, this year was also the 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.  The same friend and I attended a big costume dinner to commemorate the event.  Everyone was in beautiful reproductions of period clothing (and a few of us in vintage dresses).  I was just one of the crowd.  So imagine my surprise when the S.O. tells me that my friend needs my help out on the dance floor.  I was confused, because I didn't think my friend was one of the event coordinators, but I dutifully went over -- and my birthday was announced.  The small orchestra played and about 150 people sang "Happy Birthday" to me.  Now *that* qualifies as a fuss!  It was a wonderful surprise that I will always remember.

I wonder if my "little brother" will have 150 people singing "Happy Birthday" for his 50th birthday next year ....

6 comments:

  1. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR JAAAAANICEEE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU!

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  2. Thank you, Sheri! I can hear you singing in Stockton now!

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  3. My friend's surprise, or Sheri's singing? :)

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