Saturday evening we had a birthday party for our friend B. (he’s one of R’s best friends and the husband of my friend T.). B. turned 50. In Holland that’s a milestone. The tradition is that we say that the person who turns 50 becomes Abraham (a women becomes a Sarah, related to Abraham and Sarah from the bible). This includes putting a doll in the front yard representing that person’s life and interests:
In my country we honor someone who turns 50 because they have gained wisdom and experience and the 50th birthday is for most of us a major birthday. At B.’s birthday his brothers and sisters had made a little poem and by the end of the poem he was dressed up like an old man:
Then we splitted up in 2 groups: the people who weren’t 50 yet and the ones who already were 50 and sang a song about leaving your fourties and entering your fifties.
We had a great party and I laughed a lot. Again we were home late and in bed by 3.30 am but this time I took it very easy on the wine and was just a bit tired on Sunday.
TV shows I watched last week
Grey’s Anatomy, Once upon a time, Revenge, Touch, King, The Good Wife, Mad Men.
I stapled the food for dinner: cooked potato slices, spinach, mushrooms, tomato, pork tenderloin and some pepper sauce on top.
For dessert I made French toast which I served with some raspberry/vanilla icecream and fresh strawberries and blueberries.