Saturday night my mom and I threw my dad a “hog wild” surprise 60th birthday party—complete with a band, bbq, cowboy boots and plenty of great friends.
Its hard to get anything by my dad. He knew something was in the works because its not every day that my mom’s phone rings off the hook or my little brother comes home from college and randomly dismantles the TV in my parents bedroom (we had to have a TV at the party; we live in the heart of Tobacco Road where its sacrilegious not to watch the Duke/Carolina basketball game—see below evidence).
But he’ll tell you with conviction that he had no clue the extent that we’d gone to make his 60th a party to remember.
Guests drove from near and far to celebrate my dad. All of my dad’s brothers and even my sweet grandma was there.
Mine and my brother’s friends showed up en masse to throw back brewskis with a man that they’d grown to love and respect as much as we do.
I know my dad felt very special on Saturday night and as I looked around the room at the people who chose to spend their evening with my family…I felt special too.
Thanks to all who helped the party live up to the invitation for a ”boot scootin’ good time.”
In case you’re stumped…that last photo…that’s us holding a “boot scootin’ competition” DUH!
And yes, I got made fun of A LOT for my decision to wear the “Belle of the BBQ” vestique dress to the BBQ-themed party.