Avoiding disaster

It was my spunky DD’s birthday yesterday. We won’t say which one, he’s a bit bleak about his encroaching old age.

Finding time to celebrate around our single parenting responsibilities is always a bit tricky, so we staged a two-parter.

On Saturday, I popped up to his place for a swim in the surf, followed by burgers and a glass of rose on his front lawn in the sun … in our cossies … in August! Both the ocean and the sunny lunch were gorgeous.

Then, because he’s away so much with work and had brunch with his mum and kids on Sunday morning, I offered to cook him a roast dinner at my place for dinner. DD loves a roast and gave the idea two thumbs up.

I felt a bit slack about not taking him out, so I decided to add a few special touches: half a dozen oysters kilpatrick paired with a 375ml bottle of French champagne to start, followed by roast beef and veg and a shiraz with a sexy label for main, then a mini flourless orange cake with proper clotted cream for dessert.

His birthday present was a ticket to see Fleetwood Mac, which he reckons is more a gift for me than him due to the Neil Finn factor, but I have the fondest memories of us roadtripping together around the United States with Fleetwood Mac’s greatest hits playing on the car stereo.

Also Stevie Nicks’ ‘Landslide’ holds an indelible place in both our mending hearts. So I reckon it’s a great gift for both of us.

I’ve been a bit lairy about celebrating DD’s birthday since a big surprise I organised a few years back went totally awry. I’m not sure if you remember the Kitty Flanagan incident?

Here’s a partial reprisal of “It’s his birthday and I’ll cry if I want to”:

I kept all the details of his unbirthday a secret for months, which is very unlike me. I was soooooo smug as I announced we were heading to the Blue Mountains for the night for a very special reason.

I kept loudly congratulating myself during the car trip, saying how clever I was and noting I’d organised the BEST birthday present EVER.

It’s never a good idea to be too pleased with yourself because it makes the universe mischievous. And so … my best-ever birthday treat was a bust.

It started out well enough – we watched the sun rise at Avalon, then we drove to a restaurant in Wentworth Falls called Nineteen23 for a fancy two-course lunch with the most fabulous view. Afterwards, we headed to Leura for coffee. As we sat having coffee, I told DD the best bit of his present was still to come and I had a special outing planned for the evening.

I refused to give him any hints about what it might be and he had a mild panic attack about it being a murder mystery night.

He begged me to at least tell him what time his secret birthday treat was happening.

It was precisely 2.43pm when I unfolded the sheet of paper to check the details and promptly burst into tears.

His birthday treat was tickets see his favourite comedian, Kitty Flanagan, perform at Springwood.

What I hadn’t noticed when I bought the tickets was that it was a MATINEE performance … that started at 2pm.

We. Had. Missed. It.

I was totally gutted. Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!

He was so sweet about it and insisted it was the thought that counted. But its sooooo not when you’ve missed a comedy show.

Three Sisters selfie.

When I finally stopped crying – I figured it doesn’t improve a birthday stuff up if you keep sobbing – we drove to The Three Sisters and took a selfie, then had pizza in a rowdy Katoomba bar and watched very drunk people fall off stools instead of seeing Kitty.

A few months later, I took DD to Brisbane to finally see Kitty perform, which turned out to be another fine mess, but this blog post would go on forever if I went into detail on every drama I stumble into.

Anyways, this year’s birthday celebration was drama free and now all I need to do is make sure I have the date right for Fleetwood Mac and she’ll be apples.

Happy birthday DD! Here’s to another year of love and fun together!

Song of the day: Stevie Nicks “Rooms on fire” (this one always reminds me of DD when it plays on the radio)

 

 

 

 

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