After our sagas of the previous week, culminating in our Saturday morning adventure we set off for the 39th party. The party was a joint celebration for the coming of age of (21 and 18) of two sibling children of friends of ours. The party was themed, everyone had to turn up in fancy dress depicting the year they were born.
Before I go into details of the party I need to recount a tale that I forgot to include in my ‘Week of Challenges‘ post. On Saturday morning before the gas fitter arrived, Mr C was sitting working on his computer when he heard a large bang on the window. He went to investigate and found a dead bird on our back lawn with a slug near to its beak. The poor thing had obviously misjudged flying angles after capturing lunch.
Getting back to tales of the party… We drove to collect a friend before making our way to the party. As we arrived to pick up our friend the heavens opened with a torrential downpour so everyone leaped into the car to take cover!! The only problem was the Zulu shield, part of our friends costume was left leaning up against the side of the car… As soon as it was safe to do so, Mr C leapt out of the car, grabbed the shield which was too big to fit the car comfortably and manhandled it into the space. Unfortunately the downpour had diluted the water based paints on the shield leaving paint stains all over the car, which had been valeted earlier in the day!!
Once the shield had been secured we set of on our way to the party. We arrived to see a gazebo and well thought out themed sections for the birthday celebrants. A barbecue was set up at the far end of the garden. About 30 minutes later the sky darkened and we saw a spectacular sky and sheet lighting in the near distance. The weather front of wind and torrential rain hit quite soon after that. The party goers retreated inside bringing in the chairs, tables and drinks table complete with drinks whilst four brave people manned the corners of the gazebo before taking off the legs to bring it to ground level and safety.
The rain did not stop play, the food was cooked on an indoor grill and the party carried on successfully indoors.
Unfortunately I have no photos of the event (apart from iPhone photos of the cakes). I chose to leave my camera at home thinking there would be nothing of interest to photograph…
I will leave you with the outfit I chose to wear to depict the year that I was born 
I used to like fancy dress parties as long as they insisted everyone participated, but my last was a disaster.
I went as a “jack in the box”, spent days making the thing work on elastic supports so as you pushed the box down you came up through the lid, don’t ask.
The problem was it could not be worn in the car so was put on in the street before walking to the house, fine so far, unfortunately there was no way I could get through the door and could not take apart as it would never go back together, so I went in with just the head and neck of a jack in the box and left the “engineering marvel” outside, it is probably still there !
LOL
That sounds like a fabulous fancy dress outfit and I am imagining your frustration when you realised the important part of the outfit would not fit through the door!!
I have never really been a fan of fancy dress parties unless they are themed!! The ‘Year you were born’ theme was quite inspirational and the costumes and ideas were varied. Everyone bar one person entered into the spirit of the occasion. Sadly the concept passed him by…
The costumes were a great talking point as the different generations explained their costumes to each other
This wild living, Cherie, will catch up with you some day.
I was never into the wild living thing
But as you know I am often far to busy for my own good…