A teacher at my school invited Andy and me to his birthday party on Saturday. I was a bit hesitant, as the other teachers are about the age of our adult children. I made a phone call to ensure that at least one other person our age would be there. It was confirmed they would attend, so we went.
Back south in Pointe Claire, we loved filling our home with family for BBQ’s, our children and their friends for dinners and brunches, and couples at carefully set dinner tables. But, we certainly never went “partying” with our kids. That was their world.
The party was at a small house at the other end of the community. The place filled rapidly, until it was standing room only. The kitchen table was laden with different types of chips and dips. One of the teachers was busy assembling a playlist of Janis Joplin and Bob Dylan songs.
“It’s Janis Joplin’s anniversary,” she explained.
Andy headed to the kitchen to strike up conversations, and I chatted with many of the teachers that I had nodded to in the halls and exchanged pleasantries.
“It’s so nice to see you outside of school!” one exclaimed.
Andy managed to stay awake till 11:00. When the musicians started to arrive, we left (me, reluctantly).
I haven’t been to a house party since the oil boom days of the 80s when I lived in Calgary. And it is still FUN!