Good morning to you, dear readers. Well I suppose after yesterday’s article, I am obligated to tell you the nitty-gritty of what happened at my grandniece Tricia’s 16th birthday celebration yesterday, which I will now do. The evening started well enough, but if you are inclined to become overly emotional, I would skip the last paragraph.
Tricia, our birthday girl, ordered a Shirley Temple cocktail, and they made it with real maraschinoed cherries! I ordered a stinger. Hadn’t had one of those in years. For the toast, I told everyone the story of how they used to throw 16 year old virgins into volcanoes, so Tricia had better watch out! Derek and Jessica and Tricia all found my toast story very amusing. They were laughing so hard that I couldn’t even finish the toast!
When the waiter came around to take my order, I told him I wanted the beef with lyonnaise all over it. My son Brian, who was sitting next to me, said, “Dad, you’re talking nonsense again! Now tell the waiter what you want.” And I told Brian, “Lyonnaise. It’s right here on the menu.” And I put that menu right in front of his face so he could see that I knew exactly what I was talking about. And boy was that lyonnaise good. As a matter of fact, I’m going to make the switch from mayonnaise to lyonnaise from now on and order it on everything.
After dinner, it was time for Tricia to open her presents. Her friend Jessica got her a beautiful necklace. Jessica’s boyfriend Derek said that he had Tricia’s present waiting for her in the pop up trailer at home. Brian, his wife Tammy, and their daughter Fiona got her a gift certificate (I’m sure that was Fiona’s idea). I know that Tricia had been telling me she wanted a corset like the model Bettie Page used to wear. I decided to find her a more age-appropriate substitute, so I got her what is known as a “Spanx Girdle” (the lady at the store said that all the women on TV wear them nowadays, even Oprah Winfrey, and it’s much more modest than Bettie Page’s corsets). Tricia became very upset when she took it out of the box, so we decided to skip going to see Twilight Eclipse and went right home. Later that night, I went out to the pop up camper to check on Tricia. The door was locked but I heard some noise coming from inside, so I’m guessing that she was talking out her problems with Derek and Jessica. Good for her—she’s such a level-headed girl.
Until next time!