This past Saturday, my father threw a 99th birthday party for his mother. I went up to Ithaca with my brother and his wife and we helped out and set the table with all the food. My father had sent an e-mail out to all the invitees and explained that it would be an appetizers, wine and beer party from 2-4pm. The plan was to end it early enough, so she could rest and we could go out for dinner. I assumed she'd be a little more tired, but that isn't important.
The party was a smashing success and everyone mingled, making sure to take time out to say hello to the parties main character. A little after 4pm, the crowd started to slowly dissipate and the at about 4:40, there was just my family, my cousins family and two three others. I sat with my grandmother and my cousin and I asked her if she wanted to rest. She leans over and says, "It's after four, let's get these people the hell out of here!" I hope I'm as spunky at 49 as she is at 99.
The party was a smashing success and everyone mingled, making sure to take time out to say hello to the parties main character. A little after 4pm, the crowd started to slowly dissipate and the at about 4:40, there was just my family, my cousins family and two three others. I sat with my grandmother and my cousin and I asked her if she wanted to rest. She leans over and says, "It's after four, let's get these people the hell out of here!" I hope I'm as spunky at 49 as she is at 99.
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