We didn’t celebrate Easter today. We’ll save that for another time, perhaps in a couple of weeks. Holidays happen when you have time for them, and today we had something else to celebrate.
Tomorrow is Grandma’s 80th birthday, after all.
I was not involved in the planning for this, which is for the best since a) planning events is not really my strong suit and if you want an event to go well you should probably consider giving me a meaningless project to distract me and keep me out of your way, such as designing a new ballroom or something like that, and b) there were a lot of moving pieces to keep track of, given the number of family members we wanted to come to this and the even larger number of constraints on their lives that would prevent that. It was a lot of juggling, in other words, but in the end we had a good-sized group, if a smaller one than originally planned, and we made a lovely time of it.
Kim and I set out from Our Little Town, picked up Lauren – only a day removed from 25 hours of travel across eight time zones and fully recovered from whatever jet lag she might have had, which is how you know she is Not Middle Aged – and headed on up to what has become our go-to place for these kinds of celebrations. It’s a Genuine Wisconsin Supper Club – the kind that has prime rib on the menu and artificial bacon bits in a bucket at the salad bar so you know it’s going to be good. We got there a little bit early to set up some decorations and get things ready. I’m not really sure what the inflatable throwing stars were supposed to symbolize but they were festive and set a nice tone.
Tomorrow is Grandma’s 80th birthday, after all.
I was not involved in the planning for this, which is for the best since a) planning events is not really my strong suit and if you want an event to go well you should probably consider giving me a meaningless project to distract me and keep me out of your way, such as designing a new ballroom or something like that, and b) there were a lot of moving pieces to keep track of, given the number of family members we wanted to come to this and the even larger number of constraints on their lives that would prevent that. It was a lot of juggling, in other words, but in the end we had a good-sized group, if a smaller one than originally planned, and we made a lovely time of it.
Kim and I set out from Our Little Town, picked up Lauren – only a day removed from 25 hours of travel across eight time zones and fully recovered from whatever jet lag she might have had, which is how you know she is Not Middle Aged – and headed on up to what has become our go-to place for these kinds of celebrations. It’s a Genuine Wisconsin Supper Club – the kind that has prime rib on the menu and artificial bacon bits in a bucket at the salad bar so you know it’s going to be good. We got there a little bit early to set up some decorations and get things ready. I’m not really sure what the inflatable throwing stars were supposed to symbolize but they were festive and set a nice tone.
Eventually the guest of honor appeared and, slightly later due to some confusion about the start time for this event (see above, re: moving pieces) everyone had gathered around the table and we shared a good meal and a lot of conversation and you can’t ask for a better evening than that, I think.
We brought our own cakes, which the Supper Club was happy to let us do – they even provided forks and a cake knife for us, which was nice of them. I ended up giving slices to the waitresses because they were working on Easter and we had, frankly, a terrifying amount of cake, and they seemed happy to be included. It was good cake.
It is a grand thing to celebrate with people you love.
Happy birthday, Grandma!
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