Birthday’s at the Bristow House have recently evolved into very thematic/purposeful events within the past year.
When you consider the fact that there are sixteen of us or so (?) – there have been many opportunities for us to let our freaky-weird-theme-flags fly (proudly – no shame here). This post documents one of these said events.
Themed Dinner Extravaganza Requirements:
1. One mother who can’t contain her decorative and culinary excitement. Put ideas in her head. Let her loose. Watch the magic haaaaaaapppeen. Always.
2. A collection of strange (but charming) relatives who were trained to dress up for any and all occasions. We don’t kid around. This is serious. Why aren’t you dressed up? Like seriously? You think I’m joking? You MADE this awkward with your jean flares and t-shirt. Please leave. Now.
3. A reason to gather. Perhaps you’ve aged. Perhaps you’ve received a promotion. Perhaps you’ve thought about cleaning your house. Perhaps you’ve paid your phone bill on time. All valid reasons for a themed party.
*This particular ‘France’ dinner was brought upon us by a particular member of our clan BECAUSE SHE’S GETTING OLD. Despite the aging – this event was epic. The food was outstanding, the conversation scintillating and the visual displays (papa in bike shorts) were top-notch.
**Do I get a bit over-eager and over-the-top about themes/costumes? Maybe. Are our shirts thrifted AND women’s AND the same brand (#couplegoals?)? Absolutely.