Okay, so the festivities started in earnest Friday. My sisters, niece, Big Mar and I headed to the local sweat shop, AKA nailery for party manicures from Vietnamese girls who pretty much hated the world. Okay, so maybe that was just my nail tech. You just know they're talking smack about you when they grab your man hands, roll their eyes and start yakking to each other in Vietnamese. It's not just me, right?
Anywho, from there we went back to the homestead to nosh on a huge brunch of breakfast casserole, cheesy potatoes, waffles with strawberries and an assortment of other non-figure-friendly sweet rolls.
|dueling waffle irons|
|part of the partay|
|fruit bouquet to counter balance the crap|
Gotta have your daily requirement of Vitamin C. :)
We were joined by out-of-town relatives to begin the eating festival. Thirteen of us crammed around the table. Afterwards I gave our cousins from Georgia a quick tour of the city before heading back for... dinner! It is ALL about food at the abode.
We decided to each take a meal so our Mum wouldn't get pooped out feeding everybody. It worked out beautifully. My sister Toni did a tremendous job coordinating everything and keeping us all on track. She IS the party queen. She's so organized, it's revolting. I can't even figure out what time I need to get up in the morning and she's got charts and graphs and spread sheets for every facet of her life. Okay, I exaggerate, but she's amazing how she has everything mapped out. It's impressive. And sick.
And then, Saturday was the party!
The next two days were all about celebrating the wonderfulness of Big Mar. The fact that so many people traveled so many miles just to be with her on this momentous occasion speaks volumes as to how much she is genuinely loved and adored.
BEHOLD! A SHIT LOAD OF PHOTOS!!
|Big Mar with the grand kids|
her pride and joy
|What say we dress up the old gal|
|"When I get off this chair, I swear I'm gonna|
belt someone with my cane for this."
|Mikey loves his G|
|Mike and Reg with the Grandma|
|I love her|
|so let's see how many faces can you cram in one frame.|
at least a half dozen more. pffft.
|the eldest does the toasting honors|
|Big Mar relieved her stripper photos weren't mentioned|
I kid I kid
|the rowdy Card Club ladeis|
|a shit load of fam|
|a shit load of cars at the family homestead|
|8 pounds of chicken + 3 huge desserts + one case of wine|
= 25 happy campers
|the "kids'" table|
|me hanging at the kids' table, pre-vin|
|kids' table, post-vin|
|is that a big enough piece of cake, or what?!|
|newcomer to the fold, Ben|
with the dessert sampler
Unbeknownst to us, our nephew brought firecrackers. We became the even louder family. Dogs barked, ticked-off neighbors came out, car alarms went off... It was the grooviest.
"Light and run, Mike!" - his father's sage advice
Each lantern's graceful ascent into the night sky seemed fitting tribute to a woman whose lightness of being, verve and elan have filled all those around her with immeasurable joy and abundant love.
So Happy 90th, Mum. Here's to a life well lived with elegance, grace and just the right amount of saltiness. You are and ever shall be cherished. May your spark never fade.