60th Birthday (Observed)

[hrj]

 This year I decided that my June garden party (which I'm trying to make a regular event) would officially be to celebrate my 60th birthday. Because while it's fun to call the Medieval Congress my "birthday party" people aren't going to go to Kalamazoo just to celebrate with me. So, just in case there's any confusion, the party this weekend was not on my birthday, it was just the observed celebration. There was an annoying glitch with the facebook invitation system: I figured I'd save work by saying "invite my entire friends list" with the knowledge that 80% of them aren't local and I didn't expect them to accept, but facebook decided this meant "we'll randomly invite 20% of your friends list and leave out some of your local friends and family that you interact with regularly." So in future I will not be using this same approach. But I had over 15 guests at the point when I did a count, which was a comfortable margin. There were lots of interesting conversations. We played both the party games I'd planned before temperatures got too high for much beyond sitting in the shade. (Extreme bocce--which description makes sense if you've seen the terrain in my back yard--and balloon volleyball.) And I had a lot of fun with my own personal take on the "cake topped with roses" trope:

Comments

[kareina]

Yay for a party, and a pretty cake! I think that birthdays are well worth celebrating both on the day and on some other day of choice, and I hope you enjoyed both the actual day and the party day, and that your 60's turn out to be the most enjoyable decade yet.

[hawkwing_lb]

Yay birthday! Happy party!

[trystbat]

Happy birthday! Beautiful roses :)

[life_of_glamour]

Happy birthday! What a beautiful cake!

[beanolc]

Sounds like it was a lovely time!

[joycebre]

Happy celebration day! With my son working most holidays, we've started celebrating on the most convenient day. :)

[katerit]

That looks lovely. I'm glad it was a good day. I don't think FB sent me something, but my brain was pretty mushy by Sunday.

[hairmonger]

I love the roses on the cake. Beautifully unconventional.
Extreme bocci sounds similar to the version of badminton my father and I used to play, in which the birdie was never, ever "out."

Mary Anne in Kentucky