Tonight was my dad's long awaited 60th birthday party. He was so excited - it was quite cute! There were heaps of people at our place; family, friends, work mates... Dad's speech was funny and clever, it got lots of laughs. My brother, Pon, decided to do one too (much to the fear of the rest of the family), but surprisingly it was touching and heartfelt. One of my dad's oldest mates did the other speech, and it was really funny, as we'd known it would be. A perfect combination of speeches.
I spent most of the night saying hello to people i hadn't seen in a long time, and answering the 'what are you doing at uni' question. It seems that once you've stopped growing, the question changes from 'wow, have you grown?' to 'well, what are you up to?'. I said the same thing so many times. Everyone thought that i was gorgeous, and was emphatic in telling me so, which was very nice of them all. Also, almost everyone said that i was looking just like my mum. Mum's quite pretty, so i suppose that's a good thing. People said i looked like dad too, which is nice - i like my family resemblance. For once, we actually managed to take some family photos, yay!!
There were photos on rotation of dad throughout the times. When he was young, he was tall, dark and handsome. No question. Lucky mum. My little brother Nick will grow up to look like him. Some of dad's mates have decided that from certain angles he's a dead ringer for Colin Firth. I reckon that's pretty cool - i have a dad who occasionally looks like Colin Firth!
I spent an hour or more on the couch with one of dad's interstate friends who i've always got along with well in the past. She's so lovely. She's buddhuist and alternative, with two boys (one a tad older and one a tad younger than me). We talked church, family, life, uni - and even love, when the whole horridious love-triangle crap from last year came to light. I love this woman - she makes me feel like i'm actually a great person. She was so proud of me for all of the things that i do in my life. She thinks they're so worthy, that i live a well-rounded life, that i'd be a great psychologist, that i'm mature and that i'm going to be great. I love her.
I missed all the yummy finger food, so eventually i got into my pjs and ate chips on the kitchen bench, while mum cooked party pies. Yum! Everyone was amused to see me go from all-dolled-up, to little-miss-casual. It's nice to hang out with dad's friends sometimes. They adore me, and think i'm so clever and pretty. It's like one big fan club.
So, even though i wasn't really looking forward to a night with boring adults, repetitve questions, blah blah blah, i had a pretty good time. My feet hurt from my shoes, about four people ran smack bang into the glass doors, i missed the food and i'm super tired, but i made grown up conversation, made people happy, and saw my dad smile and laugh like i rarely see him do. All four of us kids were together, which we hardly ever are, and mum and dad were so pleased. I wore a pretty dress and kept mum happy. All was well.
Report on the enormous week that was Mal-FUN-ction is to come when i get a moment free...
I spent most of the night saying hello to people i hadn't seen in a long time, and answering the 'what are you doing at uni' question. It seems that once you've stopped growing, the question changes from 'wow, have you grown?' to 'well, what are you up to?'. I said the same thing so many times. Everyone thought that i was gorgeous, and was emphatic in telling me so, which was very nice of them all. Also, almost everyone said that i was looking just like my mum. Mum's quite pretty, so i suppose that's a good thing. People said i looked like dad too, which is nice - i like my family resemblance. For once, we actually managed to take some family photos, yay!!
There were photos on rotation of dad throughout the times. When he was young, he was tall, dark and handsome. No question. Lucky mum. My little brother Nick will grow up to look like him. Some of dad's mates have decided that from certain angles he's a dead ringer for Colin Firth. I reckon that's pretty cool - i have a dad who occasionally looks like Colin Firth!
I spent an hour or more on the couch with one of dad's interstate friends who i've always got along with well in the past. She's so lovely. She's buddhuist and alternative, with two boys (one a tad older and one a tad younger than me). We talked church, family, life, uni - and even love, when the whole horridious love-triangle crap from last year came to light. I love this woman - she makes me feel like i'm actually a great person. She was so proud of me for all of the things that i do in my life. She thinks they're so worthy, that i live a well-rounded life, that i'd be a great psychologist, that i'm mature and that i'm going to be great. I love her.
I missed all the yummy finger food, so eventually i got into my pjs and ate chips on the kitchen bench, while mum cooked party pies. Yum! Everyone was amused to see me go from all-dolled-up, to little-miss-casual. It's nice to hang out with dad's friends sometimes. They adore me, and think i'm so clever and pretty. It's like one big fan club.
So, even though i wasn't really looking forward to a night with boring adults, repetitve questions, blah blah blah, i had a pretty good time. My feet hurt from my shoes, about four people ran smack bang into the glass doors, i missed the food and i'm super tired, but i made grown up conversation, made people happy, and saw my dad smile and laugh like i rarely see him do. All four of us kids were together, which we hardly ever are, and mum and dad were so pleased. I wore a pretty dress and kept mum happy. All was well.
Report on the enormous week that was Mal-FUN-ction is to come when i get a moment free...
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