My Birthday Party

Hi,
everyone should celebrate my birthday.... that's my take on it. I love having a birthday. The alternative is not that inviting, so I party every chance I get.

This year we rounded up a gang of buddies. Dance-rats, neighbours, old friends and new ones. Threw everyone into the mix and went out for Indian food. I think it was a success. There certainly wasn't any food left over. Even my husband, who normally shuns Indian food like the plague itself, admitted to finding this particular restaurant fare "better than the real stuff in India". A left-handed complement if there ever was one but I was thrilled that he liked what he ate.

To deal with the dilemma of 15 people ordering in a restaurant, I took it upon myself to pick and choose what came to the table. Some of our guests had never savored the India palette previously so I tried to cover all tastes and levels of spice intensity. The empty plates were a testimony to my success. Chicken Korma, samosas, pakoras, vegetable curry, fish, lamb... I ordered it all and nothing remained at the end of the dinner. There were numerous conversations floating around the table until people chucked into their fare and then it was very quiet for the next hour or so. The restaurant, Palace of Asia, did a wonderful job of feeding us. It's a beautiful dining room in a funky strip mall. From the outside it looks like a dental office. Inside you get a grand, elegant restaurant with delicious cuisine. We all found it (some a little later because of GPS mis-cues) a delicious event. I was even presented with a slice of chocolate birthday cake with a candle and a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday" sung by the waiters and my guests. I got a excellent gifts, which were not part of the plan but I loved the thoughts and the effort my friends all made in joining me to celebrate.

I now have to wait another 363 days to do it all again..... where shall I drag everyone off to next year?

xox
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