The Main event, Christa's cake, that icon of aging that always seems to be there to remind us of our status in the world. As I am writing this, Christa is dogging me out about putting her on the blog and not myself from my birthday a week and a half ago (I made 51). I had to remind her that nobody took pictures during my party, not to mention we had the party at our house, the construction zone. And temp...wow. Close to 100, man what a party. Seriously, it was good, my boys showed up, my sis and bro and their families. That's my kind of good time. Another common thread at the parties was the fantastic food. I figure if you gotta get old, you might as well get fat, too.