Happy Birthday, Mom!
She knew that the immediate family was going up to the city for dinner at the Fairmont.
But had no clue that 75+ friends were waiting at a dive down the street.
A dive with a really fun band.
My dad called to book The Cheeseballs over a year ago.
And they said the Red Devil Lounge was their favorite small venue.
So the Red Devil it was.
Now, mom’s not much of a “lounge” girl.
Especially a lounge on Polk Street in downtown San Francisco.
And I was a little worried that she might be mortified that the word “devil” was on her invite.
But she adjusted.
And we had an absolute blast.
Pre-party/diversion dinner at Laurel Creek in the Fairmont.
It was fancy.
Ashlyn broke Dave’s good lens last week. Leaving us with the super zoom lens only.
Which is really only good for sporting events. Or if you’re paparazzi. Not good at all for birthday parties.
Kennah was pretty much standing in the hotel lobby to take this picture.
Back to the diversion dinner. My dad and the birthday girl.
Yours truly with my favorite husband.
My brother, Branden and his wife, Kennah.
My cousin Kim and her Giants/Niners-loving husband, Kevin. Dave always sits near him.
My mom’s brother Frank, my Aunt Liz and my cousins, Jake and Frankie.
My mom and dad with her little brothers, Frank and Steven.
My beautiful Aunt Rachelle, married to Uncle Steven.
My dad and Grandmums. She always sits near him.
Dinner reservations were at 6:00. Real party started at 7:30.
Food arrived around 7:10. We ate fast.
And abandoned our original plan of casually walking by the Red Devil Lounge after dinner.
Dad decided that the new plan was to go to a craft fair.
But we had to ditch the cake and hurry because tickets were about to sell out.
A craft fair on a Wednesday night on Polk Street.
That you have to buy tickets for. Tickets that sell out.
More important than a beautiful, delicious birthday cake.
We took cabs because we were running a bit late.
What you’re about to see is the face of one very surprised 60-year-old.
In a lounge that she thinks is a craft fair ticket booth.
Then the band started and so did the dancing. And it never stopped.
Let’s do it again next year, ok mom?
Happy, happy birthday! We love you.