Birthday barbecue
Sunday, 1 August 2010 12:36![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strange_complexThree years ago, I had just moved into my current house, and jointly celebrated that event and my 31st birthday with a 1920s and '30s-themed housewarming party. Lots of my friends and colleagues came along, as did some of the cheekier neighbourhood cats, and a marvellous time indeed was had.
This year, I decided it was time for a similar celebration to mark my 34th birthday (which is actually on Monday this year), but this time based around a barbecue and without the period theme. 'Cos dressing up is fun, but you can't do the same thing every time. A man turned up from Sainsbury's with eight boxes full of STUFF at 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, and I sprang into action - chopping vegetables, marinading meat, threading things onto skewers and (most importantly) mixing cocktails!
The weather looked decidedly shady for most of the day, but thankfully around 3pm rays of sunshine started to appear, and by the time my first few guests arrived the skies were blue and almost cloudless. My colleague's children ran around the garden while we got the barbecues going (two of them, because they were only diddy ones), and began grilling the first few burgers. And after that everything became a bit of a blur as people arrived, and handed me presents and cards, and I whirled around the place making sure everyone had drinks and introducing people to each other and so forth. But it was a very nice blur! I just have a kind of vague general impression of being surrounded by lovely people all being witty and sociable and exciting and beautiful all around me, and lots of hugs and laughter and (though I say it myself) delicious food and so forth.
Around 9ish it began drizzling a little, but that was OK really, as most people had finished with the barbecues by then, so we just carried on the party inside. An interesting spontaneous gender division occurred, as most of the ladies present ended up in the kitchen discussing various types of relationships, while most of the gentlemen were in the dining room discussing joke websites. But hey - both rooms seemed to be having an awesomely good time, so that is fine. Then around 11ish most of the further-flung guests decided it was about time they started their journeys home, so the scene shifted again to a more intimate gathering of myself,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ant_girl, ms_siobhan and planet_andy, chilling out in the lounge discussing serial killers for another hour or so.
And now this morning, here I am browsing through last night's photos, eating delicious Belgian chocolates which somebody gave me and generally basking in the afterglow of a most excellent evening. Many thanks to everyone who came, and especially those who helped keep an eye on the barbecue, which I could not really have managed on my own alongside meeting and greeting everyone and generally being the charming hostess. I'm slightly delicate today, and unlikely to move terribly far from the sofa, but it was definitely all worth it. Give me another three years, and I might be ready to do it again... ;-)
Photos follow below:
This year, I decided it was time for a similar celebration to mark my 34th birthday (which is actually on Monday this year), but this time based around a barbecue and without the period theme. 'Cos dressing up is fun, but you can't do the same thing every time. A man turned up from Sainsbury's with eight boxes full of STUFF at 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, and I sprang into action - chopping vegetables, marinading meat, threading things onto skewers and (most importantly) mixing cocktails!
The weather looked decidedly shady for most of the day, but thankfully around 3pm rays of sunshine started to appear, and by the time my first few guests arrived the skies were blue and almost cloudless. My colleague's children ran around the garden while we got the barbecues going (two of them, because they were only diddy ones), and began grilling the first few burgers. And after that everything became a bit of a blur as people arrived, and handed me presents and cards, and I whirled around the place making sure everyone had drinks and introducing people to each other and so forth. But it was a very nice blur! I just have a kind of vague general impression of being surrounded by lovely people all being witty and sociable and exciting and beautiful all around me, and lots of hugs and laughter and (though I say it myself) delicious food and so forth.
Around 9ish it began drizzling a little, but that was OK really, as most people had finished with the barbecues by then, so we just carried on the party inside. An interesting spontaneous gender division occurred, as most of the ladies present ended up in the kitchen discussing various types of relationships, while most of the gentlemen were in the dining room discussing joke websites. But hey - both rooms seemed to be having an awesomely good time, so that is fine. Then around 11ish most of the further-flung guests decided it was about time they started their journeys home, so the scene shifted again to a more intimate gathering of myself,
ant_girl, ms_siobhan and planet_andy, chilling out in the lounge discussing serial killers for another hour or so.And now this morning, here I am browsing through last night's photos, eating delicious Belgian chocolates which somebody gave me and generally basking in the afterglow of a most excellent evening. Many thanks to everyone who came, and especially those who helped keep an eye on the barbecue, which I could not really have managed on my own alongside meeting and greeting everyone and generally being the charming hostess. I'm slightly delicate today, and unlikely to move terribly far from the sofa, but it was definitely all worth it. Give me another three years, and I might be ready to do it again... ;-)
Photos follow below:
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Three years ago, I had just moved into my current house, and jointly celebrated that event and my 31st birthday with a 1920s and '30s-themed <a href="http://purple-pen.livejournal.com/227275.html">housewarming party</a>. Lots of my friends and colleagues came along, as did <a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/000k70s3/g34">some of the cheekier neighbourhood cats</a>, and a marvellous time indeed was had.
This year, I decided it was time for a similar celebration to mark my 34th birthday (which is actually on Monday this year), but this time based around a barbecue and without the period theme. 'Cos dressing up is fun, but you can't do the same thing every time. A man turned up from Sainsbury's with eight boxes full of STUFF at 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, and I sprang into action - chopping vegetables, marinading meat, threading things onto skewers and (most importantly) mixing cocktails!
The weather looked decidedly shady for most of the day, but thankfully around 3pm rays of sunshine started to appear, and by the time my first few guests arrived the skies were blue and almost cloudless. My colleague's children ran around the garden while we got the barbecues going (two of them, because they were only diddy ones), and began grilling the first few burgers. And after that everything became a bit of a blur as people arrived, and handed me presents and cards, and I whirled around the place making sure everyone had drinks and introducing people to each other and so forth. But it was a very nice blur! I just have a kind of vague general impression of being surrounded by lovely people all being witty and sociable and exciting and beautiful all around me, and lots of hugs and laughter and (though I say it myself) delicious food and so forth.
Around 9ish it began drizzling a little, but that was OK really, as most people had finished with the barbecues by then, so we just carried on the party inside. An interesting spontaneous gender division occurred, as most of the ladies present ended up in the kitchen discussing various types of relationships, while most of the gentlemen were in the dining room discussing joke websites. But hey - both rooms seemed to be having an awesomely good time, so that is fine. Then around 11ish most of the further-flung guests decided it was about time they started their journeys home, so the scene shifted again to a more intimate gathering of myself, <user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl">, <user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="planet_andy">, chilling out in the lounge discussing serial killers for another hour or so.
And now this morning, here I am browsing through last night's photos, eating delicious Belgian chocolates which somebody gave me and generally basking in the afterglow of a most excellent evening. Many thanks to everyone who came, and especially those who helped keep an eye on the barbecue, which I could not really have managed on my own alongside meeting and greeting everyone and generally being the charming hostess. I'm slightly delicate today, and unlikely to move terribly far from the sofa, but it was definitely all worth it. Give me another three years, and I might be ready to do it again... ;-)
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p8ser/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p8ser/s320x240" alt="Golden-haired child of much cuteness." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p95t1/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p95t1/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan">'s knitted cake." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>Golden-haired child of much cuteness.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan">'s knitted cake.</center></strong><br />
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pa4xd/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pa4xd/s320x240" alt="I don't actually invite all the neighbourhood cats to my parties - they just show up." height="240" width="306" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pbsf1/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pbsf1/s320x240" alt="I had never even seen this one before, but he made a lot of friends and had a good look around the house as well." height="240" width="306" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>I don't actually invite all the neighbourhood cats to my parties - they just show up.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center>I had never even seen this one before, but he made a lot of friends and had a good look around the house as well.</center></strong><br />
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pcwg5/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pcwg5/s320x240" alt="This one is called Squeak, and lives a couple of doors down the road." height="240" width="309" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pd68z/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pd68z/s320x240" alt="General barbecuing scene." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>This one is called Squeak, and lives a couple of doors down the road.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center>General barbecuing scene.</center></strong><br />
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pea32/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pea32/s320x240" alt="More barbecuing and some phone geekery." height="240" width="172" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pfy93/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pfy93/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="zeitgeistzero"> looking beautiful." height="240" width="171" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>More barbecuing and some phone geekery.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="zeitgeistzero"> looking beautiful.</center></strong><br />
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pgfq7/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pgfq7/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> is aghast to be caught out looking like a boozer." height="240" width="168" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001ph64g/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001ph64g/s320x240" alt="And <user site="livejournal.com" user="glitzfrau"> looks statuesque in her maxi dress." height="240" width="178" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> is aghast to be caught out looking like a boozer.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center>And <user site="livejournal.com" user="glitzfrau"> looks statuesque in her maxi dress.</center></strong><br />
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Oh, and if anyone wants the recipe for the marsala peaches we had, and on which I got several compliments, <a href="http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/main-ingredient/fruit-/fresh-peaches-baked-in-marsala-with-mascarpone-cream.html">Delia is your lady</a>. I shall be enjoying the few which were left over with my lunch today. :-)
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This year, I decided it was time for a similar celebration to mark my 34th birthday (which is actually on Monday this year), but this time based around a barbecue and without the period theme. 'Cos dressing up is fun, but you can't do the same thing every time. A man turned up from Sainsbury's with eight boxes full of STUFF at 10 o'clock on Saturday morning, and I sprang into action - chopping vegetables, marinading meat, threading things onto skewers and (most importantly) mixing cocktails!
The weather looked decidedly shady for most of the day, but thankfully around 3pm rays of sunshine started to appear, and by the time my first few guests arrived the skies were blue and almost cloudless. My colleague's children ran around the garden while we got the barbecues going (two of them, because they were only diddy ones), and began grilling the first few burgers. And after that everything became a bit of a blur as people arrived, and handed me presents and cards, and I whirled around the place making sure everyone had drinks and introducing people to each other and so forth. But it was a very nice blur! I just have a kind of vague general impression of being surrounded by lovely people all being witty and sociable and exciting and beautiful all around me, and lots of hugs and laughter and (though I say it myself) delicious food and so forth.
Around 9ish it began drizzling a little, but that was OK really, as most people had finished with the barbecues by then, so we just carried on the party inside. An interesting spontaneous gender division occurred, as most of the ladies present ended up in the kitchen discussing various types of relationships, while most of the gentlemen were in the dining room discussing joke websites. But hey - both rooms seemed to be having an awesomely good time, so that is fine. Then around 11ish most of the further-flung guests decided it was about time they started their journeys home, so the scene shifted again to a more intimate gathering of myself, <user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl">, <user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="planet_andy">, chilling out in the lounge discussing serial killers for another hour or so.
And now this morning, here I am browsing through last night's photos, eating delicious Belgian chocolates which somebody gave me and generally basking in the afterglow of a most excellent evening. Many thanks to everyone who came, and especially those who helped keep an eye on the barbecue, which I could not really have managed on my own alongside meeting and greeting everyone and generally being the charming hostess. I'm slightly delicate today, and unlikely to move terribly far from the sofa, but it was definitely all worth it. Give me another three years, and I might be ready to do it again... ;-)
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p7rbb/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p7rbb/s320x240" alt="My head of department and her family." height="240" width="313" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>Various work colleagues and partners.</center></strong><br />
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<td><strong><center>My head of department and her family.</center></strong><br />
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p8ser/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p8ser/s320x240" alt="Golden-haired child of much cuteness." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p95t1/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001p95t1/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan">'s knitted cake." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>Golden-haired child of much cuteness.</center></strong><br />
</td>
<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan">'s knitted cake.</center></strong><br />
</td>
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pa4xd/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pa4xd/s320x240" alt="I don't actually invite all the neighbourhood cats to my parties - they just show up." height="240" width="306" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pbsf1/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pbsf1/s320x240" alt="I had never even seen this one before, but he made a lot of friends and had a good look around the house as well." height="240" width="306" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>I don't actually invite all the neighbourhood cats to my parties - they just show up.</center></strong><br />
</td>
<td><strong><center>I had never even seen this one before, but he made a lot of friends and had a good look around the house as well.</center></strong><br />
</td>
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pcwg5/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pcwg5/s320x240" alt="This one is called Squeak, and lives a couple of doors down the road." height="240" width="309" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pd68z/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pd68z/s320x240" alt="General barbecuing scene." height="240" width="180" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>This one is called Squeak, and lives a couple of doors down the road.</center></strong><br />
</td>
<td><strong><center>General barbecuing scene.</center></strong><br />
</td>
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pea32/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pea32/s320x240" alt="More barbecuing and some phone geekery." height="240" width="172" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pfy93/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pfy93/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="zeitgeistzero"> looking beautiful." height="240" width="171" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center>More barbecuing and some phone geekery.</center></strong><br />
</td>
<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ant_girl"> and <user site="livejournal.com" user="zeitgeistzero"> looking beautiful.</center></strong><br />
</td>
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<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pgfq7/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001pgfq7/s320x240" alt="<user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> is aghast to be caught out looking like a boozer." height="240" width="168" border="0" /></a></center></td>
<td><center><a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001ph64g/g56"><img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/purple_pen/pic/001ph64g/s320x240" alt="And <user site="livejournal.com" user="glitzfrau"> looks statuesque in her maxi dress." height="240" width="178" border="0" /></a></center></td>
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<td><strong><center><user site="livejournal.com" user="ms_siobhan"> is aghast to be caught out looking like a boozer.</center></strong><br />
</td>
<td><strong><center>And <user site="livejournal.com" user="glitzfrau"> looks statuesque in her maxi dress.</center></strong><br />
</td>
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Oh, and if anyone wants the recipe for the marsala peaches we had, and on which I got several compliments, <a href="http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/main-ingredient/fruit-/fresh-peaches-baked-in-marsala-with-mascarpone-cream.html">Delia is your lady</a>. I shall be enjoying the few which were left over with my lunch today. :-)
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Date: Sunday, 1 August 2010 11:52 (UTC)no subject
Date: Sunday, 1 August 2010 11:52 (UTC)We had such a lovely time last night - thanks again for a lovely party :-)
I'm afraid I won't be going very far from the sofa today either, unless of course it rains in which case I shall be going for a walk with my marvellous new brolly :-)
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Date: Sunday, 1 August 2010 11:54 (UTC)no subject
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Date: Sunday, 1 August 2010 16:25 (UTC)Hope you have a splendid birthday on Monday :-)
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