There were lots of black and silver balloons, and this over-the-hill sign; we weren't about to let him forget that he was turning "The BIG 4-0". Nearly all guests dressed in black--to mourn the passing of his youth.
He has been a volunteer soccer coach with the rec department in his town for 4 years now, and his wife, my lovely daughter-in-law, decided to give him a soccer-themed cake. She had it hidden out on their deck so he wouldn't see it, because the party was a surprise.
The surprise was over when the birthday boy came home to find his wife crying hysterically that all was ruined, and of course she had to tell him the reason for her distress, so the cat was out of the bag, or the dog was loose....
The real surprise was discovering that their dog Baxter either has a fondness for boobs, or a love of soccer.......because this is what he did to the cake!
Fortunately, the cake baker was able to perform an emergency breast implant with pretty satisfactory results!
It was a wonderful cake with lemon curd and the prosthetic mammary was hardly noticeable. She was a little lop-sided, but then, who among us isn't?
Gifts for the "old man" included helpful things like No-Doze, glasses, Designer Depends, and a urinal. He should be all set for what's to come. It was thoughtful of everyone to show such concern.
Once everyone had chowed down on chili, pasta salad, chicken wings, taco salad, veggies, onion dip, chips and cheese puffs, a few of the guys just had to "have their way" with the cake!
The "Birthday Boy" was first!
Then his 9 year-old son, the soccer phenom!
Then the Birthday Boy's younger brother!
All in all, it was a fun time, and yes, if my son is old, then I must be ancient!