We went to a friend's 60th birthday party last night.
There were about 100 guests, young and old and some inbetween.
Mary had organised a lovely buffet and a disco come karaoke. Now I'm not a big fan of karaoke because, as you will know from an earlier post (Singing), my view is that anyone who can't hold a tune shouldn't be allowed near a microphone, including myself. However, apart from one or two people all those who sang last night could actually sing! In fact, I'd go as far as to say that some of them should try for Pop Idol!Everyone had a great time and the younger ones were up dancing to the old favourites - Time Warp, Agadoo, Music Man, etc. The drinks were flowing but thankfully no-one got 'legless'.
Near the end of the night Mary's husband David asked Mary to go into a back room with his sister and when she returned she was wearing a veil, carrying a posy and looking quite bemused. The DJ took them through a shortened version of their wedding vows and David produced a ring with three huge diamonds on it. Mary told me later that she had been wondering why David hadn't bought her a birthday present but now she knew.
The highlight of the evening for me was when MWM asked me to dance. I was unsure but he gently led me to the dance floor (minus crutch) and held me close for our first dance in a long time. He whispered "I'm so proud of you".