A full day at the Spindrift, a spacious vacation rental house, in Lincoln City, Oregon as between fifteen and twenty of us got together to celebrate turning 55 years old, although we never did get around to actually having a birthday celebration! Here are three (insufficient number) things that come to mind for today's beautiful things:
1. Waking up to a divine breakfast casserole and listening to all the groans and moans of pleasure as one after another person dug into Carol's masterpiece.
2. Joni marinated flank steak in a teriyaki mix and oversaw the grilling of the meat: again, the food was divine and grunts and gasps of pleasure resounded through the room as one after another person dug into Joni's masterpiece.
3. I haven't spend time with Ken for well over thirty years. We were born on the same day back in 1953, in the same hospital room, and he and I managed to get in some quick and deep conversation with each other.
Bonus: Three wasn't enough. Diane made an 11 hour collection of music, most of it suggested by people coming to this party. When the party turned into a dance fest, I had a great time playing air guitar and getting worked up and theatrical while "Won't Get Fooled Again" played.