Mine's a cosmoplitan...

So the whole turning 40 thing had me thinking about celebrating, about doing something to mark my birthday, to preserve it in my memory as moment in time.

In much the same way that sweet, sticky tree resin preserves fatally attracted insects.

Am I comparing me throwing a 40th birthday party to a fly unable to resist the lure of that which brings about it's own death?

Why yes, yes I am.

I thought about doing something like sky diving or abseiling, but it smacked too much of mid life ciris for for comfort.

I thought about not doing anything, but too many people who had done that, told me they had regretted it.

I thought about throwing a party, but worried that people wouldn't want to come, that I didn't know enough people, who properly like me, to make a good party.  This particularly useless train of throught continued for some time, right up until the week of my birthday.  I finally pulled myself out of this nosedive of emotion and decided that Yes!  I would have a party.  And what eventualy surfaced as pizza and cocktails for about 26 adults and children, was born.

I had the best birthday I have had in a good many years.  People came (always slightly surprising to me), they talked, and laughed, and ate and drank and didn't leave until a good 5 or 6 hours after they arrived - so I think they enjoyed themselves. 

I certainly did.



Cocktail making paraphenalia at the ready!