I’ve always wanted to attend an event that I wasn’t invited to. Be a “Wedding Crasher” of sorts. I don’t want to ruin the event but just fake it for a night. Note that I’ve never actually seen the movie but I can only imagine the plot.
I have been to an awards ceremony uninvited and brought along our hitchhiker. Yes, you read that correctly, our hitchhiker. His name was Felix and he was from Germany on his way to Belize to meet his Swedish girlfriend.
But that doesn’t really count as being a “crash” because we did know one person there.
Did I mention that we were in Mexico and kind of stood out like a sore thumb?
But, I won’t go into that story because then I’d have to tell you about the woman at the event that wanted to breed Phoenix with her
Mutt Boxer. We told her he was neutered but she didn’t believe us and asked to see his scar. Trust me, I couldn’t make this up if I wanted to.
The ceremony reminded me of that other time in Mexico…
It was “The (Nanna’s Maiden Name) Family Christmas of 1990”. Note that I have a t-shirt to prove it. We were all in Cozumel Mexico for, you guessed it, Christmas.
After several afternoons of Happy Birthday’s, Free Cakes and Libations, I wanted to get in on the party. I informed my entourage that it was MY birthday and I would be letting the resort know about my special day.
Sure enough, at dinner time, everyone in the restaurant stood up, patted me on the back and wished me a Happy Birthday.
My family still talks about it along with Christmas 1992 and 1993 where I was “The It”.
I don’t want to talk about that.
The point of the story? Artemis takes after me.
This morning, she decided that it was her birthday. In celebration of the event, she made all of us put on party hats and sing her “Happy Birthday”
1,347 times a lot.