HAPPY BIRTHDAY
It was D’s birthday yesterday. And I am yet to meet a person who is more reluctant to celebrate it. And hats off to his wife “C” who is determined to make him like his birthday again and pretty much succeeded.
There is a tragedy behind the entire tale. Both of D’s grandmothers were buried on his birthday. Which is technically enough to turn anyone off of birthdays I suppose.
As for sheer effort, I think C definitely needs a medal. She has been planning it all since the beginning of October. And I have had my agony aunt skills stretched to the limit.
She decided to get “glamour” pictures of herself. That was her idea of a gift for D. That is when all the cloak and dagger stuff began. She hid stuff in my closet before and after the photo shoot. And once the pictures were ready, she asked me to go along to choose six of them. This was an opportunity that any red-blooded guy would have given his right arm for. Unfortunately, I was the wrong gender and straight to boot!
Choosing the best photographs is hard work!! Never again will I envy the judges of any kind of beauty contest. I am sure they get psychiatric help after every judging. And my travails continued…Imagine going through 300-odd pictures to choose 6. But to my credit, I did it. Maybe I actually have a flair for this kind of thing!!! Hmm.
We all went to a restaurant called Claim Jumper. And as to why it is called that, I haven’t the foggiest idea. The restaurant is all wood and old world charm. I loved the fans. They were palm leaf shaped all attached to a central, long, rotating steel shaft and attached to the roof.
More present giving……… and one of D’s presents was attached to a ball of string that went all around the restaurant. Drew had to walk around winding the string, under tables and around poles before he finally got to it. After a lot of excuse mes and I am sorries, D finally got his present. Suffice to say that I have never seen anyone get more excited about a golf club.
Dinner was fun as I got to meet C’s parents as well as various other sundry relatives and friends. C’s father teaches business marketing at the university and we had a lively discussion. Right from the matriachal society of Kerala to the nitty gritties of bringing up children. I haven’t had such good conversation for a long time and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.
We all finished eating and then a strange thing happened. Each of us was presented with a bill. God, how could I have forgotten? We were going Dutch. I had left my credit card behind. Now this was going to get embarrassing. I frantically looked through my purse, and thank you, God, found that I did have some cash stashed in a forgotten pocket. Phew.
Now this was another lesson I learnt the hard way.
Never, ever, step out anywhere without your credit card or your cell phone.
There is a tragedy behind the entire tale. Both of D’s grandmothers were buried on his birthday. Which is technically enough to turn anyone off of birthdays I suppose.
As for sheer effort, I think C definitely needs a medal. She has been planning it all since the beginning of October. And I have had my agony aunt skills stretched to the limit.
She decided to get “glamour” pictures of herself. That was her idea of a gift for D. That is when all the cloak and dagger stuff began. She hid stuff in my closet before and after the photo shoot. And once the pictures were ready, she asked me to go along to choose six of them. This was an opportunity that any red-blooded guy would have given his right arm for. Unfortunately, I was the wrong gender and straight to boot!
Choosing the best photographs is hard work!! Never again will I envy the judges of any kind of beauty contest. I am sure they get psychiatric help after every judging. And my travails continued…Imagine going through 300-odd pictures to choose 6. But to my credit, I did it. Maybe I actually have a flair for this kind of thing!!! Hmm.
We all went to a restaurant called Claim Jumper. And as to why it is called that, I haven’t the foggiest idea. The restaurant is all wood and old world charm. I loved the fans. They were palm leaf shaped all attached to a central, long, rotating steel shaft and attached to the roof.
More present giving……… and one of D’s presents was attached to a ball of string that went all around the restaurant. Drew had to walk around winding the string, under tables and around poles before he finally got to it. After a lot of excuse mes and I am sorries, D finally got his present. Suffice to say that I have never seen anyone get more excited about a golf club.
Dinner was fun as I got to meet C’s parents as well as various other sundry relatives and friends. C’s father teaches business marketing at the university and we had a lively discussion. Right from the matriachal society of Kerala to the nitty gritties of bringing up children. I haven’t had such good conversation for a long time and I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it.
We all finished eating and then a strange thing happened. Each of us was presented with a bill. God, how could I have forgotten? We were going Dutch. I had left my credit card behind. Now this was going to get embarrassing. I frantically looked through my purse, and thank you, God, found that I did have some cash stashed in a forgotten pocket. Phew.
Now this was another lesson I learnt the hard way.
Never, ever, step out anywhere without your credit card or your cell phone.
posted by newatthis at 5:11 PM
6 Comments:
da where r te photos? sudeep was saying something bot new photos....... i didnt find any
oh, i had forwarded the link to your peedus id
hahahaha... couldn't resist laughing at the thought of you having no cash on you. Probably you knew it the last moment (expectd a Treat....)You couldn't probably have done better than this.. But you escaped.. NEways...great blog... And Ma'm your KODAK Gallery is still as ambigious as it was for me yesterday
yeah yeah, laugh at all my goofups. with friends like you, who needs enemies. as for the photos, i am trying to upload some more this weekend if possible. so will send you a link then!!!
really great way to celebrate birthday. so much planning :)
yeah jeseem, you really have to admire the effort people put into things here.
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