It was a lovely evening. She doesn't look 40 does she? I swear we are all looking younger than people used to. I remember seeing people in their 40's as a kid and thinking they all looked like my grandparents, (who were in their 40's then) in other words, old. Someone at the party refused to believe I was 43 and wanted to know "my secret". The only possible answer I could give was genes. After all I don't watch what I eat (much) and I smoked like a chimney for over 20 years. Still I loved being asked that question. You can blow sunshine up my ass anytime.
We all had to stand up and introduce ourselves at the beginning since it was a mix of her family and friends and colleagues. (I'm an old colleague.) We also had to say what our pet name was since Marie likes to use nicknames for people. When it came Serge's turn, he said his diminutive name was "the ball". Oh how some of us roared. Then we had to explain the story to others.
Today I'm making a turkey dad-gummit. Serge said "Again?" when I announced it. I had to remind him that the last time I made one was last thanksgiving. I also told him that when the interval was one year he doesn't get to say, "Again?" Whiny bastard. He's going to eat turkey and like it. It's turkey day here and that's what I'm doing. I better get cracking on the 15 pound bird.