This is the year that Adam turns 40.
This is the year that I turn 50.
Together we’ve spent 90 years on earth. That’s a lot of years.
Two years ago in a moment of playfulness we decided that we would throw ourselves a 90th birthday party. AND. We’d do it at Disney World. Adam has never been. It’s been close to 25 years for me. And it sounded fun. We’d go all out. Stay at a resort. Spend a week there. Do all of the theme parks. Do it up right. Invite all of our friends.
Last summer we were bitten by the house buying bug. We both realize that we want to buy a house that we can grow into. That will be ours. That won’t have bad downstairs neighbors. That we are too old to have to worry about bad landlords.
And in this process we realized that we couldn’t buy a house if we were going to spend 6 or 7 thousand dollars going to Disney World.
So the whole plan was canned.
Our friends have decided that we still need a 90th birthday party. Perhaps not that elaborate. But special all the same.
They are planning a weekend get away for us and our closest friends. I think it’s 15 of us total. Adam’s best friend Kara has been invited. And my roommate from NYC who you all remember, Chuck, has been invited. It’s going to be four days, three nights at a cabin in the woods. That’s all we know. They asked us what we wanted and our response was: a fireplace, a hot tub, a big kitchen and enough bedrooms to sleep us all. Our friend Michelle has been on the prowl for a month or so looking for just the right place. It needs to be close enough for everyone to drive. It needs to be close to a town where we can go for dinner one night. But that’s all we know.
The group of us have done this three other times. Each time has been amazingly fun. Once at a beach house in York, Maine. Once in Provincetown. Once at Sunday River, Maine. We can’t wait. For right now though, all we know is we are going. We don’t have a date. We don’t have an address. We don’t have any thing. We’ve been told not to worry about it and that we don’t have to do anything but show up. That of course would be out of character for us, so Adam has suggested we put together a cocktail list for the weekend and we could be in charge of the booze. We haven’t told the lesbians this yet. We may not. We may just show up and have everything with us.
The reason I thought of this tonight as a post was because Michelle’s
girlfriend fiancee texted Adam and I tonight to see what we thought of taxidermy. Seems one of the houses they are looking at is filled with stuffed animal heads and it’s in an old hunting camp. We think it’s fun and spooky!
We’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, Adam turns 40 at the end of January. I turn 50 in April. 90 years. WOW!