Dancing with Denis
On a slightly unusual day, this is Denis:
...on Saturday November 26th, when he turned 37. His partner threw a surprise party for him at Fairouz, which I attended with Di & her Peej. Excellent food, killer classic Arabic tunes & amazing (how can it be anything less) company. There was a total of 18 friends and the requested presents had to be:
.1. Hand made; and,
.2. Descriptive of what Denis brings to our lives...
I think this is brilliant. But it is unfortunate that you can't ask for this yourself. I must find a way to workaround the following email invite I may send next year:
"Hi everyone! It's my birthday next Saturday and I want you to join me in celebrating *my* life.
Actually...and since this night is about me anyway, I don't want you to buy me a gift! *Instead* (are you ready for it...I'm so excited...) I want you to MAKE SOMETHING that tells me how SPECIAL I am to you. Like, what I bring into your life! OMG this is so cool. I'm so excited. Did I already say that?
Anyway. Yeah. Just make me something that tells me I'm special...And then you can present it to me with a little speech (or a big speech, depending on how special you think I am!) explaining what it is and how special I am.
Like, uhm, if you bring popcorn, you can be all: And I brought popcorn because it's lively and, like, noisy and that's the special thing that YOU, MAHA, bring into my life. Thank you.
I'm SOOOO EXCITED!
Love,
Maha"
Yeah. See >> It just doesn't have the same flare it could have had were it to have come from a friend who was all incognito-like and sleuth about the issue. I hope someone does this for me some day...then I won't have to be narcissistic and ask to be told I am special; it'll just happen.
What was this about? OH! DENIS! It's about Denis.
Anyway, the evening was an absolute blast, the most memorable portion of which was Denis mimic belly-dancing (& can he ever) with the belly-dancer. I got to run around behind them with a digital camera, taking photos and knocking over dinner plates.
What a great time.
...on Saturday November 26th, when he turned 37. His partner threw a surprise party for him at Fairouz, which I attended with Di & her Peej. Excellent food, killer classic Arabic tunes & amazing (how can it be anything less) company. There was a total of 18 friends and the requested presents had to be:
.1. Hand made; and,
.2. Descriptive of what Denis brings to our lives...
I think this is brilliant. But it is unfortunate that you can't ask for this yourself. I must find a way to workaround the following email invite I may send next year:
"Hi everyone! It's my birthday next Saturday and I want you to join me in celebrating *my* life.
Actually...and since this night is about me anyway, I don't want you to buy me a gift! *Instead* (are you ready for it...I'm so excited...) I want you to MAKE SOMETHING that tells me how SPECIAL I am to you. Like, what I bring into your life! OMG this is so cool. I'm so excited. Did I already say that?
Anyway. Yeah. Just make me something that tells me I'm special...And then you can present it to me with a little speech (or a big speech, depending on how special you think I am!) explaining what it is and how special I am.
Like, uhm, if you bring popcorn, you can be all: And I brought popcorn because it's lively and, like, noisy and that's the special thing that YOU, MAHA, bring into my life. Thank you.
I'm SOOOO EXCITED!
Love,
Maha"
Yeah. See >> It just doesn't have the same flare it could have had were it to have come from a friend who was all incognito-like and sleuth about the issue. I hope someone does this for me some day...then I won't have to be narcissistic and ask to be told I am special; it'll just happen.
What was this about? OH! DENIS! It's about Denis.
Anyway, the evening was an absolute blast, the most memorable portion of which was Denis mimic belly-dancing (& can he ever) with the belly-dancer. I got to run around behind them with a digital camera, taking photos and knocking over dinner plates.
What a great time.
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