The party was just incredible, and it went literally exactly how I planned. It took a lot of energy and time to arrange, but it was worth it because she would only turn fifty years old once. Being that it was my idea and execution, it was like planning an entire wedding when I had never in the past planned any event whatsoever. Nothing bigger than, say, six people going to a movie together, and that was back in my twenties. Actually, I remember helping arrange a barbeque related to Brenda’s aunt and uncle flying in from Oklahoma just a few years ago, but my role was simply to make a list of presumed attendees and what they might bring; hot dots, chips, buns, salsa. You get it. It wasn’t anything that took more than a half hour at the most to create and send out.
The idea of Brenda’s "50th Birthday Bash" occurred to me about a year and a half ago. It was, at first, a vague notion; the kind that one briefly daydreams about because it feels still distant over the horizon. But time is a funny thing. It creeps upon you, changing its perspective from a benign haze located somewhere in the fog of the future to the menacing reality of a freight train triggering blaring red lights and flailing crossing arms.