My Birthday Party
I forgot to tell you about the big day!
Last Tuesday, our adopted Italian Grandparents, the Antonini's, threw me a par-tay.
They had us over for a delicious homemade (4 course) Italian style dinner. I'll skip to the good part. After we ate, we went outside, where I was surprised with homemade
terimisu (my FAVORITE desert ever.) and champagne. There were two candles, a 2 and a 1. (21) :) I blew them out and then out came Marco with sparklers! You see, they were going to get fireworks because they can read my mind and know that I'm a fireworks kind of girl; but Ariccia only sells them twice a year and my birthday wasn't one of those times. They searched high and low until they found sparklers, and bought them out. I almost caught myself on fire, but I would have been OK with that, because it was so very cool. In the background was this wonderful music. It was crooner's paradise. (Michael Buble, Frank, Mary Lou Grey Antonini...yes, she is an accomplished composer and is about to release her first album). If you know me, you can only imagine the huge smile on my face and the beating of my heart.
I think the others thought I was really wierd for not wanting to get out of there and go get shnookered (however you spell it), but what I had to explain was that this was my dream night. Straight out of the pages of my alternate personality journal...something like that. I opened present after present and received jewlery, a great sweater, flowers, etc...
One thing that these Italians have on us is letter writing. Oh my goodness. I was given two birthday letters, which were so eloquent and beautiful. I think I might have shed a little tear. So romantic (not like mushy gushy romantic, like that painting was completed in the romantic period.) whatever. From now on, when I have to write a birthday card I'm copying those two letters word for word to share the wealth. That's all, I think. It was a great night. Oh, except for the tumble I took down the cement stairs on my way down the unlit driveway. I had on heals and slipped on an acorn. That wasn't so romantic...or graceful. But it was painful and I've got battle wounds to show for it. hahaha.
Have a great week! War Eagle.
I forgot to tell you about the big day!
Last Tuesday, our adopted Italian Grandparents, the Antonini's, threw me a par-tay.
They had us over for a delicious homemade (4 course) Italian style dinner. I'll skip to the good part. After we ate, we went outside, where I was surprised with homemade
terimisu (my FAVORITE desert ever.) and champagne. There were two candles, a 2 and a 1. (21) :) I blew them out and then out came Marco with sparklers! You see, they were going to get fireworks because they can read my mind and know that I'm a fireworks kind of girl; but Ariccia only sells them twice a year and my birthday wasn't one of those times. They searched high and low until they found sparklers, and bought them out. I almost caught myself on fire, but I would have been OK with that, because it was so very cool. In the background was this wonderful music. It was crooner's paradise. (Michael Buble, Frank, Mary Lou Grey Antonini...yes, she is an accomplished composer and is about to release her first album). If you know me, you can only imagine the huge smile on my face and the beating of my heart.
I think the others thought I was really wierd for not wanting to get out of there and go get shnookered (however you spell it), but what I had to explain was that this was my dream night. Straight out of the pages of my alternate personality journal...something like that. I opened present after present and received jewlery, a great sweater, flowers, etc...
One thing that these Italians have on us is letter writing. Oh my goodness. I was given two birthday letters, which were so eloquent and beautiful. I think I might have shed a little tear. So romantic (not like mushy gushy romantic, like that painting was completed in the romantic period.) whatever. From now on, when I have to write a birthday card I'm copying those two letters word for word to share the wealth. That's all, I think. It was a great night. Oh, except for the tumble I took down the cement stairs on my way down the unlit driveway. I had on heals and slipped on an acorn. That wasn't so romantic...or graceful. But it was painful and I've got battle wounds to show for it. hahaha.
Have a great week! War Eagle.
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