Last week I told the story of the birth of my grandson, I was told, that there would be a party at the house on Saturday Evening. I asked; (First mistake) “Pray tell, what is the reason for the party?”Our daughter Hanna and her husband Chris’ birthday fall on the 19th and the 20th respectively. They requested it be held here on the mountain, so all may attend. I just nodded my head in the affirmative. (Second mistake)
Then my daughter Ymir Thea decides, that would be a good time to christen the baby and include him in the party. Now this made perfect sense to me, as to throw a party for a week old baby would leave him with such wonderful memories. Plus I only have to pay once! See how flexible I am?
The Friday before, an all hands working party was mustered to clean the Man Cave, cut all the grasses and generally spruces up the old homestead. Shopping for foods were required, copious amounts of money was spent; I had a beer and scratched my head with great vigor.
Now I had notified my friends and told them the festivities would commence at 1700 hours Saturday the 19th of May. (Third Mistake) Sometime during my first and fifth beer, the party, I found out, had been shifted to 1300 hours on the 19th. That’s flexibility!
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I scrambled and informed my guests (The Kano’s) as to the change; everyone else seemed to already know. The working party labored into the wee hours of the night, consuming vast amounts of Empara-flu, and prepping the foods. The cook was arriving at 0400 to start cooking, 0600 the remaining crew arrived to render assistance, and nurse their hangovers from the few hours before.
At 0630 a Trike appeared at my gate overloaded with more food, and wanted to unload it, right that minute, I’m perplexed as to where it came from. (Forth Mistake) I asked! It was explained that the driver had left my son-in-law’s farm at 0330 in the morning to make the long trip to my house, loaded to the brim and plugging along with his 125CC engine. I’ve now gone from Flexible to fluid!
0930 the ninong’s ninane’s and dingdongs loaded up my car, to head for the church to christen the baby. I found that I was not required to make that trip. Sometimes things will work out in my favor. Blessed onto Paul! Well its 1.5 hours until the party commencement, so I’ll save this to my LiP file and re-commence bukas, as soon as my head clears; wish me well!
The next day! My head is pounding!
Everyone arrived back from the church and a feeding frenzy started. By 1500 the party was in full swing and the eating hasn’t abated for a minute. But so far only cokes and sprite has been consumed (Except for me) and no one has done any singing yet. My friend Tommy and his family have arrived and we ate and then Tommy and I had a cocktail. I then noticed that both of my daughter’s guests were now drinking beer and then I was asked about Karaoke, I now knew that they are ready, as the sun was going down and the singing and consuming of other adult beverages was in full swing. Oh, and the eating didn’t let up for a second. My friends had to leave, and I decided it was time I left the younger folks alone to enjoy themselves! I’ve gone from fluid to gaseous!
I sequestered myself upstairs in my bedroom around 2000 and took a well earned “Battle Nap” Next I awoke at 0200 and observed 20 to 30 people still in my backyard with my daughters and my two son-in-laws, still singing, yacking and imbibing in that demon drink.
I wisely chose to remain in my room and let them have their fun. I had a Tom Clancy book to read so I was doing fine, and fell back asleep an hour later Sunday morning I awoke tired and a tad hung-over, but as usual was once more surprised at how clean the yard was. I love having guests like that, who’ll clean up before they go. (Taking all the leftover food with them of course)
A small crew showed up at 0900 to strike down the party tent and put everything else away. Clean the Bar-B-Que grill and wash down the back patio. It was reported to me that a fine time was had by all, and then I was asked about a Pay-Per-View Party on June 10th for the next Pacman fight. I’m back to being flexible once more, as I ponder that request. I know I’ll say yes, because more than being flexible, I’m easy!
As I was walking around with my grandson in my arms, I looked at his handsome tiny face and wondered if he enjoyed his party yesterday? Ah, the memories he’ll have of his first party.