Devon's Birthday

I'm not sure why anyone would invite old people to their 21st birthday party...but for some inexplicable reason, I made the invitation list.

I've known Devon's parents since the early 80s, and consider them to be not only dear friends, but outstanding human beings. And it's been fun watching Devon grow up as a bright, friendly, and beautiful young woman. She has a great sense of humor, and has always been able to make me laugh. So, since I like her AND her parents so much, I'd have come to the party anyway...but with the additional enticement of a "Beer Pong" tournament, well, there's no way I was going to miss it. I even made a big batch of SpamBalls to show my appreciation for being allowed to attend.

The beer pong angle also convinced Tanner that he should attend with me. When I told him the details of the party activities, he announced that he was "unbeatable" at this particular sport. I was unfamiliar with the game, myself...and with my poor hand-eye coordination and low tolerance for alcohol, assumed that I would be the worst player at the table. But, I figured, if I teamed up with "Mr. Unbeatable", we might have a shot at holding our own.

And sure enough, we did OK. But it turned out that Tanner's renowned skill would only manifest itself if the game were played on a regulation table during a full moon at the equinox, and under very precisely controlled lighting and humidity conditions. Or at least that's what he said...I'm still not convinced that he has any skills at all, other than shameless use of hyperbole. I made many more scoring shots than he did, and kept us in the game with my raw determination and mathematical precision.

Or something like that. My unexpected expertise was for naught, though -- since Bob had obviously been practicing. I suspect that he's had a table set up in his office for months, and that all that "overtime" when he was supposedly working on "proposals" was really time spent honing his pongball-tossing skills. I mean, the dude was on.

Devon also claimed to have "mad skillz", but was more entertaining than effective. Still, it was a competition that will probably end up described in some sort of epic poem.

Throughout the years we'll sing the song
About that game of epic pong.
The young ones claimed their skills were strong,
But nonetheless, they both were wrong.

OK, it needs work, but you get the idea.

Anyway, it was a great party, and Bob cooked up some delicious burgers n' brats after the tournament. Overall, it was one of the best "turning 21" parties I've ever been to (which may give you some insight into the general excitement level within my life). I know that Devon will enjoy her life as an adult, and I wish her the best as she embarks on that wondrous journey.

As for me, well, I'm going back to my normal boring routine...and wishing I was 21 again. Oh well...at least I'm young at heart, right?

Savor the moments my friends, and have a great day!