The CE and I decided that despite all the pressing responsibilities here at Chicken Central (that’s a joke; we have no life) we really didn’t want to miss Daniel’s 21st birthday party. So we hopped a plane on short notice (thank you, Ashleigh and Paul and Victoria, for covering for us!) and headed to NYC for a long weekend.
We laid low in Soho since the plan was to surprise the Birthday Boy at his party. Walked up to The Spotted Pig on Friday to meet our contact there, Nina, and make sure everything was ready for the party.
There was apparently quite a bit of discussion about WTW to Daniel’s celebration, with words like “fierce” and “sartorially” being thrown around in otherwise normal sentences. The CE and I fretted a bit about how to dress but quickly realized – hey, we’re old, no one cares how we look! There ARE benefits to aging besides the senior discount, as it turns out!
Daniel managed to be genuinely surprised to see us without sacrificing an iota of his debonnaire demeanor, which is saying quite a bit considering that he was simultaneously hoisting what I’m told is a “pimp cup”(these were not big back in the 70’s…) It was great to have our family all together and get to see Daniel’s friends, too.
The food was great, the room was great, the evening was great, and I hear that it continued to be great long after the oldsters had doddered on home. I know it meant a lot to Daniel to have his friends and family all there to help him celebrate. Thanks for joining us!
I was trying to not be overly intrusive with the camera so I didn’t get as many photos as I would have liked – if any of you partygoers out there have some you can forward to me, I’ll update this post. Thanks!