1. Make vibrantly-hued silk pajamas your party attire.
2. Eschew wine and beer and go straight for the bourbon and coke.
3. Smoke cigarettes incessantly from an elegant gold holder.
That's what I learned anyway, from Betty, whose 80th birthday party I attended in San Antonio this weekend with my dad. I'd never met the birthday girl before, and though she was prune-wrinkly, she had a cute gray bob and carried herself like she was still young and beautiful. When I arrived she was wearing pink silk pajamas with an orange over-wrap (also silk). Her voice was low and husky, and she didn't seem to mind that she was the oldest person at the party.
For an 80th birthday party, it was actually a lot of fun. The youngest guest was 21, then there was me, and a bunch of people in their 40s, 50s, 60s and 70s.
I hope I look that good and have that much spunk when I'm 80. I'll have to start on that bourbon and cigarettes regimen tomorrow.
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Hi, Jen--
Catching up on your Blog: Loved your observations on being 80 and still full of beans and am reminded of a quote from Mrs. Henderson Presents, a movie starring Judi Dench (just watched it last night, coincidentally): "Adolescents and women in their eighties are strikingly similar." I hope I remember that--no, in this age of Alzheimer's, let me rephrase it slightly--I hope I'm ABLE to remember that, when I get there myself!
Hope the trip to Canada is lots of fun.
Love,
Mom
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