(Celebration)
It seems I just get less and less able to adapt to the trials of nightshift. Where once I could sleep in a proverbial shopping trolly in the middle of a roundabout, now I am wakened by the sound of a passing cyclist while the windows are tight shut.
Of course by the final consecutive shift I am in full Dracula mode, just in time to come back onto days… C’est La Nuit.
While brooding (lurking?) on nightshift, I find I am required to consider plans for next year, where I will have a “significant” birthday. When will this be happening? What will be happening? Enquiring minds wish to know.
These enquiring minds – most of whom have know me more than half my life – are well aware that I am not constrained by mere callander dates, nor am I some retiring recluse to deprive the world of an excuse for a party. Indeed, no small part of the issue is the plethora of celebrations due (willing or no) in the next year(s), not to mention the full social life which we oldies keep.
I could, simply opt for a meal out in company, although, these days, identifying an (acceptable) restaurant, which could seat enough people in the private room we would surely need (we can be loud when celebrating), is not as straightforwards as it once was.
However, I am minded that “I do not wish to go gently into that great goodnight”, and feel that I should set a somewhat higher bar for memorability. After all, the opportunity to “request” the company to accommodate a “wild scheme” comes but seldom.
There have been a number, (quite a number) of such schemes over the years; with and without fancy dress, and/or live music, or cocktails, or… but I feel that, if I propose some wild idea this time, while it may not be my last, it must surely be, among my best, a tour-de-force of Tonyness.
If I must charge into the seventh decade, I need to wave a flag we can all cheer for, undiminished in our zest for fun, keen to celebrate life!
It sounds good, count me in, I just wish I knew what it was…
Be ready for….anything!
Next week on IaDL: A night in the clubhouse.
Dalmallyfest the Asylum 