A Silva Keg Party??

So this past weekend I had a keg party for my 37th birthday ... the morning after was spent lounging (praying for relief) on the couch. At one point my Mom came downstairs and started to head outside, I told her "you're gonna go look at the mess?" and she's like "yes, it's ok". So she did. She was out there for awhile, no doubt tsking and tasking about the party's aftermath. Or perhaps trying to resurrect the crushed flowers in the garden.

After about what felt like eternity, she came back inside. Even at my age, I was expecting a lecture. Instead, what I got was "remember when your father got a keg for a party?" ... WHAT??!!! I mean, I remember birthday parties and gatherings in our basement, but those memories usually revolve around someone playing an accordian and people singing and eating shellfish. Inevitably, all the kids would end up in the living room upstairs staring at our console TV.

"Yes", she said "don't you remember all the parties we used to have?" I said I sorta remembered. "We used to have parties all the time. Our family would come up from Bristol and you kids would have to sleep on the floor. We weren't going to let them drive home after the amount of alcohol they'd consume." WHAT?!??!?! Even in my hungover daze, I was floored. Shocked even. She always only talked about the one time she tried alcohol and couldn't feel her legs. Nothing talking about crazy drunkfests!!

Then she said it, quite possibly the best compliment ever given: "you're just like your father - you really enjoy having everyone over your house. He used to love to have parties and loved to tell jokes and laugh." She went on to say that she didn't really care for it, she's more of a homebody. But, boy, did my Dad ever love to have a good time!

Yup, in that regards Mom, you're absolutely right. I really enjoy being surrounded by friends and laughter - just like my Daddy.