Well, we had a MNB listening session last night to choose some new tunes. It was not an easy affair. I've been on a country kick. Our bass player figures that Motown is the key to get people dancing. Caro has an ear for b-sides and rarities, and our singer doesn't trust anything that isn't on top-40 radio. Here.
Not a lot of overlap, there.
But, they surprised me with a little birthday celebration. Caro brought a cake, Helen a bottle of champagne, and we had a little party, MNB-style.
Now, when I was in Canada at Christmas, my aunt was kind enough to give me some "candles" that have been legendary in our family for some time, but that I had never before had the pleasure of experiencing.
I have "candle" in "quotes" because they are mostly plastic, and about the size of stubby pop can. I put one on the cake last night, and lit it. And, to our shared delight, it shot up a sparkler about a foot into the air. The sparkler lit the mini candles (about... oh, nine of them?) that were on folded-up leaves above it, and then the leaves dropped down, making it look like a rather explosive lotus flower. The leaves started to spin, and a cheerily electronic version of "Happy Birthday" began to play.
And play.
And play.
And play.
Eventually, I took it outside and put it on my window ledge. It seemed reckless to throw it into the street, I didn't want to keep it inside, and, besides, there is a pigeon who has been visiting the little chick and I, and sitting there. At first I thought this would be grand, and a wonderful chance for her to see a bird at close range. Then I realized that, should I decide to open the windows this summer, it may be a little too close, and quite likely messy. I speculated that perhaps this rather spiky lotus-thing would help him stay away.
Nathan, upon arriving home, mentioned that he had gotten up at about 2:30 to have a good cough, and noticed that it was still playing. Crazy, we said.
The party was... about 8:00 last night. And it's now about 7:00 today. And Nathan just opened the window to check, and it's still playing.
Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to me.
That pigeon is never coming back.
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Happy birthday, man. I would have liked to wish you happy birthday in person, but alas, I am in the frozen tundra we canadians affectionately refer to as "our home and native land". Hope your b-day was a blast.
Don't traumatize the pigeon - haven't you seen The Birds!
::Shakes Head::
Happy Birthday. Pisces rule! (Or, more often, use their visionary ways to inspire other to - but still)
Hey, thanks! Noah, thanks for the wonderful card... I really appreciate it, and I promise, my friend, that I will make you guys proud. Just watch me.
And Dandy... I'll take any deviation on "rule" that I can get... ;-)
Welcome back, again, by the way.
True. And odd... I'm not into astrology in any shape or form, but that really is too oddly accurate. I know a couple other March babies who do the same thing. Why do Pisces use their talents to help everybody else become great? I wanna be great for a change. :)
anyway... Darryl, you're ruling the world from the yellow couch, armed with a laptop, recording system and a camera. :)
And this post made me crack up laughing. "Happy Birthday to me..."
Oops, sorry, Darryl - we forgot to tell you how to make it stop playing "Happy Birthday to you..." Is it still playing or have you disposed of it? All you have to do is cut the little string and it quits playing. Sounds like it made your celebration last a little longer. Happy birthday to you!!!
By the way - you really gave me my laugh of the day today - reading this blog! It actually is Happy Birthday to Lachlan today!!! Maybe you can change the name as you sing to your candle - if it is still going!
And to think people use far less festive means to divert pigeons.
Happy (belated) birthday, by the way!
It's (marginally) quieter than my shotgun, at least.
And probably less prone to frighten the neighbors. Also a plus.
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