This year he was up and running and even though we each had to try on several outfits before coming up with something that would fit, we finally found something presentable and putting smiles on our faces, we headed for the elevator.
Even though we're in a Presbyterian home, libations are offered before birthday dinners and a happy hour before Friday's supper has recently been instituted. The pious disapprove, but the majority of residents quite like the opportunity to enjoy a glass of wine.
After being seated at one of the two tables of birthday celebrants, we proceeded to enjoy the following:
Chef Forde and his crew in the kitchen do a superb job and the wait staff encourages the frivolity. The champagne flows or sparkling cider......take your pick. The noise level is at a peak......we're not rowdy, but we are hard of hearing.
Mr. Bob toyed with birthday favors and I could hardly complain.
Happy Birthday, dear heart!
Don't cringe, there will be more celebration on your real birthday on Christmas Eve. Grin and bear it, my love. This, too, shall pass.