Growing Up To Be Uber-Somethings

I attended one of my best friends' birthday party for her TEN YEAR OLD boy yesterday and had so much fun I can't wait for his TWENTIETH birthday. My friends, John and Jane Kennedy (I'm not kidding), are famous for their parties; Jane (yes, she was my part time assistant who called and screamed at me for the crime of an unopened box (click to read old post) filled with make-up left in the garage for eons) is the ultimate planning and organizing queen. She once gave a 4th of July party that took over the entire street with a giant blown-up bouncing clown sitting in the middle of the road. I brought along a young SEAL to the party and he was thoroughly impressed by Jane's fireworks ;-).

Anyway, the party had kids ranging from 8-16 (Stevie's brother is about 16) and Jane had the kids diving for free silly presents in a trashcan filled with confetti (even the cool teenagers loved it) and they were jumping in and out of the pool trying to get rings from the floor. I don't mix around much with kids so it was sheer fun just to watch them all playing and not acting anything like TV kids.

We ate pizza and Stevie opened presents and I'm amazed at the gifts, along with the $$$ gifts. Wow. He made hundreds of dollars! ;-) When I was ten, I received...umm...hmm, nothing too memorable. Stevie got a small saxaphone! Some kid called it a jazz flute, which I thought was pretty cute.

At the end of the day, as the party wound down, the older kids got together in a corner of the house and "jammed," using their kewl electronic guitars and digital drums that they could control the volume. We adults sat in the back porch and drank and reminisced about music and wild concerts that we attended a thousand years ago, and then laughed because the kids were PLANNING to see the same folks in action, only for hundreds of dollars more. Of course, then we started talking about how different we were when we were kids--without the digital stuff and conveniences. We sounded like our own parents: why, when we were THEIR age, backpacks had no rollers and we had to walk ten miles to school! Without a skateboard! Heehee.

Even the ages of all my friends on this blog are pretty significant. There are a few college students in their early, early twenties and a few of us are grandmothers. Some of you would remember the days BEFORE cable TV and some of you would be wondering how we spent our free time without the Internet. My memories of growing up in Malaysia, a Third World country at that time, contrast vastly with my sisters, who were a lot younger and so experienced a different Malaysia.

Quick, can anyone remember when flight attendants were air-hostesses? ;-) And that they served real food to EVERYONE on the plane? And...and...a concert ticket to see The Rolling Stones was just $15.00? Last check: $500 and more to see the old farts at binocular seats.

Ahhhh...memories are fun, aren't they?

But would you sing like this at ANY party????! Poor Connie Chung went insane when her show was canceled--no goodbye extravaganza ala PerkyFace of NBC, so she serenaded her ownself:



Yikes. That's uber-ugly.

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