Friday, June 27, 2008

Miss sixty

July's transit pass came in the mail, so I guess next month is inevitable: that's when I turn 60.

For my 50th, I extracted a promise from le Duc that under no circumstances would anyone leap out from behind furniture, groomed and sparkling while I stood with a frozen smile, no makeup, in an old robe, the star of a show I had no desire to attend.

Ten Julys ago my GF Missi flew in, not a surprise (which she had proposed, why do people want to do this?). We spent the weekend drifting through an outdoor art show punctuated with restorative champagne cocktails. The last evening, Missi, the family and I s
ettled into a bistro where the shy chef had prepared a homemade chocolate-strawberry cake, charmingly lopsided, with bits of crumb in the frosting. Perfect: no noise, fuss, or undesired attention.

But that was a decade ago. My GFs started conferring last December. By April panties were in a wad from one end of town to the other. Even if I demurred that le Duc and I might be somewhere distant on The Date, they would chirp "Fine! We'll just do it later!"

I had to act.

I lifted an idea from an acquai
ntance: to send off my 50's on the decade's last night, with eight women who'd seen me through, to thank them for their love and companionship. My garden table seats eight and magically it's just right because several of my dearest will be out of town during prime vacation season.

The chef is Omar, "Le Roi de Cous Cous", the menu sumptuously Moroccan, served on his mother's antique platters. Champagne and rosé, mint tea poured from high overhead.

Last time Omar c
ooked here, he graciously endured appreciative kisses (and not just of his cooking) from women guests... he knows what to expect.

This "0", I feel lucky to be here. During my 50's, at least one woman who would have joined us has died of natural causes, several others had brushes.

I won't really mind the attention because I can return their fond wishes with my own.



6 comments:

Deja Pseu said...

Happy Birthday!!!

Anjela said...

Happy Birthday!

materfamilias said...

Happy Birthday! Sounds as if you did it up right (love Moroccan food!)

greying pixie said...

However many friends you have around your table, please rest assured there will be many many more with you in spirit. I wish you a very happy and memorable meal. Happy Birthday.

Tessa said...

I am in my forties and I have asked (well in advance) for a trip to Paris for my 50th! And I don't mean backpacking/hostel either. I want real restaurants, real hotels and real shopping! I'll have to think of something equally special for my 60th! Bless you on your special day, with special friends.
~Tessa

Toby Wollin said...

I am a July baby as well - and unfortunately because of the proximity, my celebrations always revolve around bbq and fireworks, which gets rather tiresome. I'm not on a '0' birthday this time, but perhaps i should start planning...