You know how we've had birthdays out the gazoo here in The LPV lately? Like first La Petite turned one, and then Honey Jr. had a birthday (although I didn't blog about that one, but Fifty did buy him a bottle of Jameson), then The Croupier got her Party Rock on, and of course Gatz, with a trip to the wine bar, followed by the impromptu dinner party... well we're not finished. Honey's Honey got to blow out the candles last week too when she turned the ripe old age of 24 (24... I remember turning 24... kind of).
Honey's Honey left the planning of the night up to The Husband which I thought was kind of funny but happily went with it realizing that if it's up to The Husband, then it's really up to me, so back to the wine bar we went then.
We rounded up Gatz, Brother-in-Law, and Child Bride to celebrate, but unfortunately, Honey Jr would be working and wouldn't be able to join us until much later (personally, I think the bees could have waited but that's just me), but a friend of Honey's Honey, Mimi, came and she was so lovely, that she more than made up for Honey Jr's absence (for me anyway, not so much for Honey's Honey... poor Honey's Honey). She was so lovely in fact that I'm planning her wedding to Gatz. I just need to get their OK first.
There was a Chanteuse serenading us that night, and all I'm going to say about her is that us singing happy birthday, actually sounded better. It was that bad.
But despite the serenading, it was another great celebration. We got to stay after closing which meant that I was able to walk around and pay extra special attention to all of my friends.
See that one in the middle? On my next visit, me and that one are going to spend some quality time together.
And The Husband was having a good time too. Besides wine, the wine bar has a handful of artisanal whiskies in stock (The Husband L O V E S whiskey) and the sommelier brought out a Japanese one for him to try. They looked at it and sniffed it and the sommelier told The Husband that it was made from old corn. The Husband walked over to Brother-in-Law to let him try a sip, Brother-in-Law swirled it, sniffed it, looked at the sommelier ever so seriously and said, "I smell corn, old corn." Clearly someone had been dropping eaves (never a dull moment with that one).
But something was still missing. Where oh where was Honey Jr.? And just when we thought he had chosen the bees over his honey, he arrived and Honey's Honey got her birthday wish.