HAPPY 21st PETE!! (er, again)

Was saving the best for last.... So, of course the most important coincidence to Paddy's Day is Peter's Day!! Okay, okay, corney corney, but, *Leapin' Leprechaun's!!* How uncanny is it that my Irish boy happened to decide to leave the comfort zone and begin to make his grand entrance to the world on St Patrick's Day right? Am thanking my lucky stars he didn't end up Patrick Williams. It might have changed the course of history.... In any case, by the time he actually appeared, it was March 18.... Still, twas a day that went down in history.... And of course, because I am a good wife (who would like to retain my wife status), I allowed the event to pass without attempting too many embarassing photos (Pete kept the camera close). Of course, Skinny, who doesn't have to 1) be married to Pete, or 2) have to be in the same country as he does after next week, is under no such obligations and promises to pass along some of the great shots she took, and I'll be sure to accidentally post them, I promise. In any case, this year, Mr Williams turned *drumroll* 21 again (Hey, I'd like to live till my (again) 21st birthday too!). We marked it with some weird flaming drinks... which he was too smart to drink... Still twas a good laugh... Even Mr Shithead showed up to wish him. (Backgrounder: Mr Shithead is a stray in the neighbourhood who think Pete's his best friend. He keeps coming round the house - I am convinced its because he's come to believe we are tuna wholesalers since we never seem to run out. Either way, he pops around every couple of nights or so, eats, stays for a couple of hours, walks around the house like he owns it, manjas with Pete until he's carried and fed more, eats some more, messes the place up a bit, bites into a mint leaf again and realises that he still doesn't like it, wanders around a bit more, chats up a couple of walls until he realises they are ignoring him... and then whines to be let out. Once, just for a laugh, he decided to leave a souvenir (Yes, everyone else said: Eats Shoots and Leaves, too). Ah well. Of course, the sad part of this entire ritual is that about an hour after he's left, he realises that he we may still have tuna, so he sits at the door and whines and whines. By that time, we're, more often than not, already in bed and en route to sleep, so he gives up and tries again a couple of days later.) So yes, where were we? Of course, Pete's birthday... What was really kinda nice was how ad hoc everything was... We were supposed to hook up with Matt and Dionne, and then Liluland suddenly got done packing and popped over, and Sharm appeared out of nowhere... All, of course, absolutely in the mood to imbibe. Then, by sheer coincidence, Tah Nee (this Jap guy we used to know from our ACNA days - this bar we sorta found, grew to love, and then had our big engagement bash in) happens to walk by and joins us for what turns out to be the (almost) last round - wearing a kimono. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I saw someone wear a kimono socially unless it was 1) Japan 2) A Japanese restaurant 3) Some kind of cultural type affair involving ministers in Orchid-motif shirts But there was good ole Tah Nee - in his formal Japanese kimono, fan in hand and all - which he whipped out and used every couple of minutes. It was like a cultural manga moment. Turns out it's one of em things that he just does. It looked kinda funky though. Of course, the fan JUST had to make its rounds. Tah Nee's kimono-fan combo caused a real ripple through the Living Room when he walked in too - especially when it sorta threatened to jiggy off on the dance floor...... We'll leave the rest to your imagination. Needless to say, Pete enjoyed himself (not that he was in any state to admit it the next day). Love ya Boy-O... Happy Birdday... From all of us...