Fiddy

Our summer adventures started in May, with a certain milestone birthday. We celebrated Mike with a surprise party, and in retrospect, scheduling said party 10 days after the birthday was an act of genius, since I spent his birthday weekend with a still-contagious case of pneumonia.

Mike's friend/former coworker Stacey used a golf game to get him out of the house. Somehow, even though she gave him a 10-minute head start, Stacey arrived at the party before he did. [Insert elderly driver joke here. We did.]

He was greeted by this:

Best. Party favor. Ever.

My sister Heather introduced me to the Face Kebab when she had a bunch of them made for my brother-in-law Kevin's 40th. I knew we needed them for Mike too. Since we still have quite a few of them left, it's possible the kids will all go as Mike for Halloween.

He ditched the head gear as soon as he could.

The party location was Putnam Lane's usual site for shenanigans: the shared driveway area across the street from our house. One driveway held the food (including County Line barbecue), another held the band, hidden behind a garage door until showtime. Their mandate: To play as many Who songs as they could.

Mike joined the band for a few numbers

He wasn't the only one enamored with the bongos. Leah was particularly enamored, and the band was really good to her.

The festivities continued well into the night. The next morning, Mike wasn't the only old who might have been feeling his age.

Some partygoers were exhausted by 11 or so ...

... And then found a fifth wind and kept going.