What year is this? Are we sure it isn't still the last quintile of the 20th century, and I'm still in college? It sure felt like hanging out in the dorm common room again tonight. The only difference was the age range of the "kids" draped around a giant sectional sofa, playing videogames. T's living room might as well be the dorm hangout, for how we behave and how often we are all there.
Our foster daughter's birthday is this weekend. So that she can have her actual birthday to herself and her husband, we lured her to T's for "game night," and we teamed up for burgers, salad, and cake without tipping her off ahead of time. I think she had a good night. There was an awful lot of laughing, trash-talking, and swearing over the games. Food was good and plentiful, and libations flowed. Even T's dogs were well-behaved all night.
For years we had sort of let birthdays creep into barely more than a blip on the calendar, an excuse for a restaurant meal and little more. In the last couple cycles, we've been making more of a big deal out of them, and it's somewhat refreshing. We still aren't going overboard on presents (and I'm fine with this), but we are doing better about all showing up and acknowledging the passing of the calendar. It helps that our neighbor is very focused on remembering everyone's birthdays and making sure the birthday girl or boy gets all available attention. Of all the traditions to re-establish, this is a good one.
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