Day like all days?

The Big Seven-Oh party was good clean fun.  Forty-two fairly hungry souls who put away an impressive amount of steamship round and appurtanences.   It was reasonably loud but not too rowdy.  Some guitar-picking and singing here and there, but nothing very organized.

People started drifting in about four and peaked around six.  I put out a a little wine and beer and about two dozen people brought more.  Somehow I came out four or five bottles ahead – have to do this more often than once every seventy years!

Actually, my preference is for gatherings smaller than twenty people, a dinner party of about eight or ten being ideal.  Lots of permutations and interactions but not too much of a madhouse.

But of course a milestone birthday mandates a crowd.  A good time was apparently had by all.  At nine most of us hangers-on segued into the living room to share the season's final episode of GRRM's The Game of Thrones with 5.4 million intimate friends.  A surprising number of characters were left standing.

So now I have to get started on the next seventy.  Went out this morning and wrote.

Joe