Last week —
Me to Dan: “Let’s have T & C(1) up for dinner to celebrate T’s birthday.
Dan to Me: Call K & D. We’ll make it the six of us.”
Me calling T & C(1): “Nice quiet dinner, just the six of us. It will be fun and relaxing.”
T & C: “Great, we’ll bring dessert.”
Me calling K & D: “We’re having dinner at our house for T’s birthday. Can you two come?”
K & D: “Sure, sounds like fun. But, did you know that B & S are going to be in town that weekend? They’re coming to visit S’s mother in the nursing home.”
Me: “Wow, no I didn’t. Guess I’d better call and make sure they come too.”
Me to Dan: “Looks like B & S are going to be in town to visit S’s mom in the nursing home. I’m going to call and see if they can come.”
Me calling B & S: “K told us you are going to be in town on Tom’s birthday weekend. We’re having birthday dinner here. Can you join us?”
B & S: “That would be great. The whole family is coming. We are trying to figure out now what we are going to do about sleeping arrangements. It’s a long way to drive down to K & Ds”
Me: “We can sleep up to six in beds, and another four on couches. You’d be welcome here.”
Me to Dan: Well, it isn’t just B & S. It’s B, S, three kids and their families.”
Dan to Me: “I’ll call C(2). Maybe he will have J that weekend and the two of them can come to.”
Fast forward to a few days ago —
Email from C(3) & D(2): “I hear there’s going to be a family gathering at your house for T’s birthday. We’ve got a long weekend and are thinking of coming to town.”
Email from Me to C(3) & D(2): “Great! It will be fun. Everyone will be here by mid-afternoon.”
So, our nice quiet little birthday dinner for six, where I was going to fix goat stew, has now morphed into a family gathering of more than 30 people.
Our house will be rocking, with family we only get to see a couple of times a year. VERY COOL!
Oh, yeah. No cooking….I’m ordering pizza.