I would like to point you to the photos from my grandfather’s 80th birthday party. Unfortunately, flickr is down right now. So, you’ll just have to be patient. Considering how bad I can be about updating sometimes, I think that patience must be a virtue that most of you possess. 😉
However, I’ve kept you waiting long enough to hear the story about the Creepy Old Dude (let’s call him COD). So, the story will have to stand on its own, without pictures. There are no pictures of COD, anyways. COD needed no encouraging.
So, to set the scene… the party was in the function room of a nice restaurant. I was dressed nicely, not overly fancy. I’d show you a picture. But, you know, stupid flickr and all that. So, I suppose that I was looking pretty good. But not to the level that anything that this guy said really made sense. Explanation: wine. Lots and lots of wine.
I left the function room to answer the call of nature. I walked back in as COD was walking out. And he says, “Wow, you’re quite the looker, arencha?!” I said something non-committal and kept walking. You’d think that would be the end of it but…
I was talking to my cousin and his girlfriend and COD walks up to us, points to me and says, “She’s a liar. She’s a liar! And she needs to go to confession. She’s a liar and she needs to go to confession.” Apparently I have been telling lies. And converting to Catholicism. Who knew? We all stare at our feet and pretend that this guy didn’t just something wildly inappropriate. My cousin’s girlfriend laughed nervously. Veeerrrrry nervously. We all back away quietly, practicing good bear safety.
I managed to avoid COD for the rest of the evening until the end of the night, when I was getting my stuff together. He walked over and told me, “You look like a celebrity. Are you a celebrity? You’re good looking enough. You could be on tv. Will you autograph my wrist? I promise to never wash it.”
Can I state for the record? Ewww. Ewww. Double ewwww. Even more ewwwww.
Luckily, that was the last that I heard from him that night. He got his stuff and left.
Aside from the skeeviness, it was a really lovely evening. Everyone had a wonderful time. There were some very heartfelt toasts. I think that my sisters and I managed to make my grandfather tear up a little. It’s too bad that stories about sketchiness are funnier than stories about happy family gatherings. It’s a good thing that photos are always interesting! I’ll post a link to the photos when flickr decides to play nice again.
Edited to add, photos are here.
What a creepo!