Before I write this post, I’m putting up a disclaimer. I don’t remember much of the 80s, because I was born in 1984. Sure, I remember the toys and the awful hair styles, but that’s about it.
Remember my super fantastic friend Juli? She works at a casino here in good old Delaware and was able to procure tickets to a wine festival for last Saturday [which also happened to be M’s birthday!] for us. We had a great time. I got to meet a few new tweeters and we had a really delicious dinner. M even got up and sang with the entertainer at dinner!
It was an 80s themed party, complete with performers [Prince, Michael Jackson, Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, etc.] and people dressed up. I had a side ponytail, green tank top, and bright pink sweater. I was trying to tie a knot it one of M’s t-shirts, but the belly is so big that the shirt fit perfectly.
I made it through two of MJ’s songs before I asked M to leave [MJ was the last performer of the night anyway] because I was just so tired. All in all, it was a great time.
Next year’s the big birthday for M. He gave me fair warning that he wants a big party and lots of gag gifts. Hey, you only turn 40 once, right? [And as someone put it on Saturday, he’ll be able to say he has a wife in her 20s.]