Hey there! Sorry I've been away. It's actually been on purpose.
You see, a few weeks ago, I had been given a mission: my parents were celebrating their fiftieth wedding anniversary, and my dad called to ask, "Would you mind holding a little get together at Green Victoria before dinner?"
Gulp. So basically, a reception? Well, I was happy to, but of course that put us into crisis mode. What would we do? How would we do it? How wouldthe place look? That was part of the reason the kitchen island had to get done last week, too.
This past Wednesday, I decided to put aside everything: working on writing my next book, working on promoting Pictures of You, working on preparing for auditions for Jesus Christ Superstar, just to focus on the party. I wanted to make sure the damn thing was perfect.
I am happy to report, the entire day went off perfectly. My parents had a great time. The entire family was there, too: all the kids, significant others, grandkids, great-grandkids, even Josie, who of course has been a member of the family, and that didn't stop when we divorced.
The reception started at two. My sister Laurie, who had flown out from Arizona, had seen the place, so she received a tour with her partner Jennifer. Meanwhile, dad started the champagne flowing right away, so that by the time the tour was over, I needed to run out and by more bottles of pink champagne. Then we had a trivia game planned: how well do you know the folks? We'd ask a series of questions and then mom and dad would provides the answers. Laurie won (she is very competitive), although Tommy came in a close second place. After that, a champagne toast. I had a special surprise: I told them I wanted to get them a 50 year bottle of champagne to really toast in style, but I couldn't find that anywhere. What I could find was a 100 year old bottle of cognac, which we presented to them, for dad to display at his bar. I said I hoped that it would give them the incentive to celebrate 50 more years of wedded bliss. After that, we took a ton of photos, and then off to the Colonel Blackington Inn for an amazing dinner.
50 years is nothing to sneeze at. My parents had a great day, and they deserved it. Taking the time to do it right really paid off, and I'm so I refused to multi-task for once in my miserable life. :)
Of course, the next day was Corb's birthday. More on that later!