Happy B-Day

Birthdays.  Everyone's got one.  Dead or alive.  That date remains as the start of it all.  What we write after that date depends on a lot of things, mostly us.  But there it is and will remain forever.  I've come full circle - as a kid I wanted them, and now as an old guy I do again.  As many as I can get.  There were a couple decades that I wasn't so hot for them.  

But I generally like 'em quiet.  And most are - forgettable.  But not so the last one, thanks to Mrs. Wombie who, on the way to Emerald City from the airport threw out a throw away line like "sandwiches  and finger food on Sunday at beer Bellies".  She and I had not compared social calendars so there was a conflict - I needed a soul-warming session at the North Henderson Community Center.   I was expected at the bar.   

Not to worry, I did both.  After a bit of time at the NHCC I loaded up the proprietor, barkeep and greeter without equal, Neighbor Tim, and headed back to Emerald City.  There I met up with the Wombie and a much celebration ensued.     

I can't thank Neighbor Tim enough for leaving his comfy environs to accompany me to this party.

  

This man, Brian, did a bad thing.  He started buying shots.  

This is a rather nice picture of drunken debauchery in progress.  Money to buy things like shots and beer.

Ryan, a good man, helping behind the bar while the board in the background announces the agenda for tonight.  Terri also had a birthday around the same time, so she shares equal billing.  

The Wombie, Terri and I while a very Geneta looking person is snapping a picture.

I have never deluded myself - it's the Wombie's town, not mine.  But everyone is very nice and welcoming whenever I fly up for a stay at the Cabin.  My thanks again to Neighbor Tim for making me feel more at ease in a very social setting.  Having him at one arm and the Wombie ont he other made for a fun night.  Thanks also to Brian for those nasty shots, Danny for being there, Dave for that abstract, Stan for the yardstick, Terri for brightening any room, Karen for poking your head in a bar for us, and for all the other folks who came out.  My thanks also to Brad and Sharon who solicited folks for beer chips that were placed in a card I opened the next day.

Speaking of the next day - when I woke up I noticed my shoes and socks in the kitchen, my shirt in the living room, and my pants in the hallway.  I recall only falling twice.