I will be 50.
I feel somewhere around 32.
I am not quite sure where time has flown except that it appears to have gone rather fast.
To celebrate I am having a big party with an 80s theme, with all guests invited to don their best outfits honouring the period and dance along to a fabulous live band.
There will also be a photo booth which will undoubtedly result in plenty of silly memories to recall the event - which is the whole idea.
I did a quick summary of the range of friends (and family) invited and how they have come into my life:
- rowing
- cycling
- running
- skiing
- book club
- school (mine)
- school (offspring)
- work
- writing
- volunteering
- neighbours
- rugby
- business associates
- holidays
- HOUSE MATES (late edited addition after best friend pointed out this dreadful oversight!)
Quite a variety and frankly I am amazed at how many have accepted to come along and celebrate (although I believe the theme has something to do with the appeal as well). It is a testimony also to the melting pot that is London given the wide range of nationalities, backgrounds, ages and cultures everyone hails from. I cannot wait to see them all together.
Hopefully my own outfit will do the evening justice as well.
It's something along these lines:
Lacy fingerless gloves sorted.
Crucifix necklaces, check.
Red lipstick, ditto.
Now. Where are my hair crimpers?
I'm almost ready!
