Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Partly Something


I'm not a meteorologist. I guess that's why I can't understand a weather report that says, "Partly cloudy with a chance of showers this morning, turning to partly sunny and a chance of showers this afternoon".

The Neighbor and I planned my 50th birthday party last night. It will be...wait for it...a French bistro theme. You did not see that coming, did you? It will be superfantastic. You're all invited. We also worked on a Rat Pack themed party for The Spouse the following month. We did that for his 40th and it was really fun. I suppose I should have run that by him before I told you but hopefully he won't mind. You're all invited to that one, too.

The Child thinks 50 is old. Funny. Because this morning I heard a birthday announcement for some musician who played with the likes of Bob Dylan. He was 66 and I thought, "Wow. That's young". Guess it's more of that partly cloudy/partly sunny thing.

I've never had a crisis around what my friend Pat calls "the speed limit" birthdays. You know, the ones that could be posted on a street sign. I was thrilled about turning 30 because it meant that no one could ever again get away with telling me I wasn't old enough to do/say whatever. I maybe hadn't yet experienced all life has to offer but hey, I was 30. That's a grown-up.

40 didn't freak me out at all. I've noticed that the people who are bothered the most by an age like that aren't really satisfied with where they are in life. By the time you're 40 you expect to have "done something" with your life. I was happy in my marriage, I had a kid, a house, pursuits that interested me. I'd been to England and France. And New York - twice. There was nothing to complain about.

50 feels the same way, only more so. Going into 50 I'll be able to say that I've been published. I'll have a job I like (still don't know what that is but I'll have one). Maybe by the time I turn 50 I'll have a pygmy goat and have learned to make chevre (that's on my list of life time goals). I still feel as young as I ever did, just more confident. Plus, when I look at women like Oprah, Helen Mirren, Susan Sarandon, or Diane Keaton I think, "Oh, yeah. Older looks good".

Hence, my 50th celebration will be just that - a celebration. Anyone showing up with black balloons or "over the hill" cards will be summarily dismissed from the festivities. I hate those people.

So anyway, back to the party. We'll have apertif and dinner over at The Neighbor's. She's going to hire an accordion player. Then we'll go to our house for cake and karaoke. I realize the later isn't particularly French but I like doing karaoke and it's my birthday. Then at midnight, when I officially turn 50, we'll drink champagne. Won't that be fun?

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22 Comments:

Anonymous D. J. opined...

Guess I will have moved from "speed limit" signs to the warning sort. The ones that say "Down grade next 10 miles" and "runway ramp ahead in case of failed breakes".

March 28, 2007 9:46 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

I don't know, Judi. You seem as young to me as ever. I'm just catching up to you. How weird is that?

March 28, 2007 9:51 AM  
Blogger Seattle Coffee Girl opined...

Your birthday party sounds de-viiiine. Love the theme, and the karaoke will be so fun! Will start practicing my Edith Piaf now...maybe our favorite karaoke DJ has some Edith in her repetoire?

This means we girls get to help you pick out your perfect French party frock...FUN!

I hope newborns are invited. :)

March 28, 2007 10:03 AM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Newborns who love their aunties to pieces are most certainly invited!

March 28, 2007 10:08 AM  
Blogger Seattle Coffee Girl opined...

P.S. I think my mother looks like Diane Keaton...and my mom rocks...so that definitely means Diane Keaton rocks. :)

March 28, 2007 11:17 AM  
Blogger gina opined...

Okay, so did anyone but me notice that we're invited but she did not tell us WHEN the party is? How invited is that?

I wasn't freaked out by 50. I had a great party at work and a great family get-together. It was a blast.

I was half my stepdad's age when he and my mom got married (I was 15 and he was 30 - (she was a very young 34). He kept telling me I was catching up to him (ala you and D.J.). When he died, I was just over 3/4 his age (50/65). Weird how that works.

March 28, 2007 12:05 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

My bad. Sept. 22, 7pm. Wear something French.

March 28, 2007 12:15 PM  
Blogger Kendall opined...

A co-worker and I were talking about aging today.

Am I being naive, or am I younger than my parents were when they were my age? Know what I mean?

March 28, 2007 12:27 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Yes, Kendall. We are younger than our parents were when they were our age. (Well, Dame Judi & Sean still seem pretty youthful to me but I totally know what you mean...not to mention that DJ had about 4 grandchildren by the time she was my age).

March 28, 2007 1:12 PM  
Blogger Jon opined...

Sept 22nd?

I'm hopping onto orbitz.com this instant.

Can we do a duet of Muskrat Love?

March 28, 2007 2:37 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Yes. But you are NOT making my hair look like Farrah Fawcett.

March 28, 2007 3:02 PM  
Blogger rosemary opined...

I think Gina and I seriously need to think about flying over for your birthday. We could stay at a fancy schmancy hotel too. I can play the accordion and still have one...well I used to play it and I think that it is like riding a bike...and...Gina talks French. The stuff Diane Keaton is advertising gives me a rash. I do have Susan Sarandon boobs...38 longs. So, what do you think? Really. I don't drink so I could be the designated walker.

March 28, 2007 3:43 PM  
Blogger Iwanski opined...

Sounds like a crazy happenin' time.... until a drunken Iwanski crashes the party.

March 28, 2007 5:14 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

Rosemary, fo' shizzle!

Iwanski, Is it still crashing if you are invited?

March 28, 2007 5:52 PM  
Blogger Dariush Alavi opined...

Brilliant idea! Is the birthday soon?

My stomach actually rumbled when I read the words French Bistro in your post! Oooh, what I wouldn't give for a 'trilogy de creme brulee' right now...

March 29, 2007 6:18 AM  
Blogger Nicole opined...

Don't you think, since it's a Bistro theme and all, that it would be more logical to have it here? In a bistro? I'd arrange everything.

March 29, 2007 9:13 AM  
Anonymous the neighbor opined...

Hi Nicole,

While we'd of course prefer to have it there, unfortunately, the costs of hiring the jet to transport us all are a bit beyond the budget.

Instead, we are counting on your expert advice from beginning to end to help us create the closest approximation to the real thing that we can muster.

I'll be in touch!

XOXO Michelle

March 29, 2007 9:59 AM  
Blogger Red7Eric opined...

Happy half-century, sweets! The planned party sounds divoon.

March 29, 2007 1:42 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

D - September. And British Airways flies direct to Seattle. Just saying.

Thanks, Red. Although, I'm going to expect a whole lot more hooha than that come September! :-)

Nicole - What the Neighbor said.

March 29, 2007 1:43 PM  
Blogger Sling opined...

Bistros,amd Kareoke,and Champagne,and drunk Iwanski's,and Gina wearing something French!!!..I am so there!

March 29, 2007 4:33 PM  
Blogger Lorraine opined...

I know. Sounds like a pretty slammin' party already!

March 29, 2007 4:57 PM  
Blogger gina opined...

I LOVE this group of bloggers! You guys make me smile every single day. PAR-TAY on 9/22/07! Seriously, rosemary wants to try to come up with a plan to come...so be forewarned! We'll be there with bells on, speaking French, wearing French, drinking French. Oo-la-la!

March 30, 2007 10:36 AM  

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