So. Let me think.
What to do, what to do?
If your Mom is turning 65 and your Dad decides he wants to throw her a party…just what kind of party should he throw?
Let me start with this little bit of info: It is rather conservative to say that my husband is rather conservative.
Take this for example:
(Stay with me here. It all comes together.)
He’s the law.
I live on the edge. Sometimes the very edge.
He ain’t a lover of tattoos.
I have five.
He drives a 4×4 truck.
I drove a Harley.
He prefers neutrals and earth tones.
I can’t drench myself in enough sparkly shit, hot pink and zebra-stripes.
But we mesh.
(Remember that TV show, Dharma & Greg? Yeah…kinda. In a way.)
So, when Dad said a 60’s themed hippie birthday party for Mom with over 100 of her closest hippie-ish friends…I said:
HELL TO THE YEAH! TOTALLY RAD, DADDY-O!
(Only thing? I just couldn’t imagine my little traditional family of three becoming a little bohemian family of beatniks.)
(Them two, anyway.)
(I just love wearing that wig.)
(Or any wig, really.)
I knew I was going to have to sell my rather conservative husband on the idea of doing a costume. Especially from that era.
This was going to be a hard sell, too. Dude ain’t easy to sway.
Remember what I said earlier? That ‘living on the edge’ crap? I got right out on the VERY edge with this.
Me: “Hey. Would you just consider going in costume to Mom’s party? Just think about it. We could be cool for one night of our married life. We could be hip. Happening. Jukin’ and jivin’.”
(Go big or go home, I said.)
(I don’t shoot to miss, I said.)
What my ears heard next would have made me think I was on some groovy acid trip from days gone by if I ever did such a thing which I did not but if I did…boy oh boy…this was a rockin’ good trip.
Groovy Keith: “Let’s do it. Let’s do it up big. Get me a costume and let’s go all out.”
Hallucinating Me: “No way!! Don’t be teasing me. You won’t do it. Don’t be husslin’ me, man.”
Groovier Keith: “Let’s do it.”
So. If your Mom is turning 65 and your Dad decides he wants to throw her a 60’s themed hippie party…here’s what you do.
You go all out. Because family is where it’s at. And life is too short. And if you feel really old in the morning, it’s because you were really young last night.
And that’s some far out stuff, man. A party with the fam is a happenin’ thing.
Don’t be a drag.
Happy birthday, Mom.
Cool party, Daddy-O.
The Fuzz. The PoPo. The Man.
Us. The Fam. My heart. My soul.
A little bohemian family of beatniks.
If you ever think “This is ridiculous…I can’t do this!”
That’s your sign to DO IT.
Be fun. Be silly. Be laughy. Be ridiculous. Be corny. Be embarrassed. Be brave. Be free.
Cause freedom is just another word for…nothing left to lose.