Not all parties are created equal.
There are parties. And then there are Palm Beach Parties. With a capital P.
Back in January, Sydney & I and our Mister Chicklets popped down to Palm Beach for a joint 70th birthday party for our dad and step-mom (affectionately nicknamed Old Buzzard and Chief Cleaning Bull, respectively) at their home.
Due to weather and flight issues, the four of us arrived just one day before the party, and spent the next 24 hours keeping the throw pillows FLUFFED and PUFFED and our fingerprints off the stainless steel refrigerator. Because we can’t let company know we *live*!
But when five o’clock rolled around, Chief Cleaning Bull’s visions of a spotless, twilight dinner decked in reds and golds, nestled among the lush greens of their backyard, became a reality.
As with any event (and, to be honest, any non-event), we had a quick family photo session before the guests arrived.
Lookin’ good for a collective age of 140!
A collective age of 139 for this good-looking gaggle. (I’ll let you figure out the math.)
Exhausted from all the posing and pre-gaming, we reapplied our lipstick and greeted the guests.
Before we knew it, they were wrangling us into our seats for a fanciful dinner.
And as if the food and company weren’t enough, there was a magician mingling amongst the guests, thrilling us with his slight-of-hand tricks.
Wowing the crowd with my impressive shuffling skills. One of many talents.
If there aren’t more pictures of all the festivities, it’s because Sydney & I were happily stuffing our faces with the plethora of desserts.
As the birthday party wound down and the bacon-wrapped shrimp stopped making its rounds, the after-hours party kicked it up a notch with some Louis XIII cognac.
Not for the faint-hearted, this liquid fire jumpstarts the tongue, but then glides down the throat and warms the belly like none other.
Have you ever seen a more photogenic bottle of cognac? Even with a paper towel as a backdrop (we can thank Chief Cleaning Bull for that), it sparkles and beckons with its amber liquid.
Things got a little fuzzy after the cognac, but I do know it was a great night with great company, honoring two stellar people.
Who may or may not have looked like this in the morning: