So old in fact, so barbarically, so resounding, so incessently old that I thought that this year’s birthday celebration should be a subdued one.
Intoxication was of course encouraged. My cellar, though small, is eclectic and I was prepared to be generous. A five course dinner – in addition to savouries and a palate-cleanser before dessert – was served: finger foods, however, only lead to food fights and practical jokes (don’t ask).
A strict dress code was enforced. No paste jewels. No one under 30 wearing a fedora. If a gentleman wears a tie, WEAR A TIE CLIP. Aubrey doesn’t want to see a soup-sodden strip of fabric tied around a man’s neck. No tiny cocktail dresses: Aubrey finds them boring. Ladies, wear a tiara and you get a better table. Guys, you’ll just have to think outside the box.
So all in all, I think things went pretty smoothly. I did break into tears during my thank-you speech, but that was only because I had just found out that we had run out of potato salad.
Have you had your birthday yet? I hope it was a good one. If you have yet to have one, good luck to you and make sure to double up on groceries.