Despite Dad saying he didn’t want to celebrate his 93rd birthday, I know better. He loves attention (it must be genetic). So I took him to his favorite deli and he devoured cheesecake. I organized a spaghetti and meatball banquet for him and 6 lady friends, which our server referred to as his harem. This was followed by a surprise Brooklyn-themed egg cream* and babka dessert gathering (if you don’t know what these delicacies are, you are probably not Jewish.) Kudos to Leigh for sending Fox’s U-Bet chocolate syrup. It was quite the event. Some of the ladies got stuck in the car due to my insistence that they use seat belts. I tried to help Shirley up a curb and she informed me that she still does triathlons, thank you very much. When Sid fell asleep after the singing I made everyone go home. That night his friend Harry fell out of bed and broke his leg. Such is the yin and yang of life in the retirement village.
If you haven’t seen the pictures on Facebook, I’m attaching a few here. How will we top this next year? It’s hard to predict. However if I can’t get a job in my chosen field, I’m going to be a party planner.
* http://www.ibloomberg.net/comfort-me-with-egg-creams-off-duty/
