It's my party and I'll be a fly if I want to...

I know, it's been awhile. It's not for a lack of material, it's just hard to keep up.

My oldest sister turned 60 last week. My mom had this brilliant idea to throw her a birthday party. So, the troops were formed and preparations began. I was in charge of securing music (among other things), so my younger brother, sister and I created playlists on our iPods. We did pretty good, I must say. We had everything...oldies, disco, R&B, jazz, latin and even polka. A plethora of music to dance to.


However, while at the party, I realized two things; one, these folks aren't spring chickens. I know my sister turned 60, but she is a "young" 60 year old. Unfortunately, that does not mean that the people invited to the party we're going to be the same...and they weren't. Some of them could barely walk, let alone, dance. However, a few did grace the dance floor (they even polka'd). So, the playlists weren't all a waste.


Now, my second realization, which is really quite funny, is that we were fly's at our own party. Who would have thunk it??? I mean really, isn't that sad? Outnumbered amongst the guest you invited. Pretty ironic, I must say. I guess we just bask in our fly-ness!

"Go fly, it's your birthday! Go fly, it's your birthday!"

The party was a hit! My sister had a blast in her own fly-a-verse!




HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RONNIE!