My father's surprise birthday party is tonight. The ruse to get my dad to town and to the venue is that I "won" a wine tasting at an auction and I wanted them to come. *Much to the Saint's dismay, this is NOT an unusual occurrence. My father KNOWS this.*
Ahem, so I called the restaurant today to confirm time, numbers and to make sure the hostess knows that when we show up and ask for the "wine tasting" they play along. But they couldn't find our party on the books. Well not booked under insertmaidnenamehere, so I tried my name. Nope, nothing. So I asked to speak with the party planer gal. Who is not in today. Well shit folks, it's tonight at seven o'clock and there's seventeen people....oh, they found it! My mother used an ALIAS!
They live three hours away, but my mother decided to book the party under an assumed name. And then failed to mention that fact to ANYONE. The woman cracks me up.
By the by, I've been working all week on a slide show for the party. It's AWESOME. I went through all the old photo albums and pulled dozens of pictures to scan, then started in on all the digital stuff. I started with an album my paternal grandmother gave me a few years before she died.
*Grammy was convinced that upon her death we would sweep through her house and unceremoniously pitch everything. While that most likely would have been my unsentimental M.O., I think cooler heads would have prevailed. But Grammy, being practical in nature, thwarted any future attempts to jettison the remnants of our collective childhood by putting albums together for each of her five grandchildren. Each album was filled with pictures of that particular grandchild growing up. Smart, no?*
So I have about 120 slides that will run on a loop. And my father is grinning from ear to ear in every single one!