It’s only about 18 months since Barry Chatel was rocking and rolling at my 70th birthday party – and last night I returned the compliment by dancing (part of!) the night away as we celebrated his 60th.
And what a great night it was. 74 guests packed into the Tamborine Mountain Bowls Club to shove Baz into his seventh decade with Enthusiasm, Exuberance and Energy! The letter “E” being the chosen theme for the night, taxing our ingenuity to its uttermost. Some went for the easy option so there were a few “Elegant” women in the room and an elf or two. Egyptians were scattered here and there, very beautifully got-up (Linda! Janice!). Others really put their imaginations to work and I was particularly taken with the “EpiPen” and the “Excuses”.
This all had a funny side because during the past couple of days various party guests could be seen haunting North Tamborine’s three op-shops and the Bargains ‘R Us over at Eagle Heights, all frantically searching for costume ideas and props. We kept – literally – bumping into each other and trying not to reveal the secrets of our fancy dress. All the more fun, then, when last night All Was Revealed!
I reflected, while sipping my wine and eating my roast beef, that one of the many pleasures of life in a small town is that there are so few degrees of separation. I didn’t know everyone at the party and I don’t suppose anybody else did either except the hosts, but I knew most of them and our lives are intertwined in many different ways, yet all linked to Barry and Linda. Thus apart from our “hard core” of singers and musicians there were people from Tamborine Mountain Little Theatre, Bird Group and Landcare; service clubs, the Bowls Club, social workers, librarians, writers, photographers, car enthusiasts, legal types, IT nerds, health professionals and altogether an amazingly cross-section of population – many of us belonging to several of these groupings.
I think this is what makes our mountain celebrations so warm and vibrant…we are connected and comfortable with one another in our many shared interests and enthusiasms.
Bob, who never goes to parties on the advice of his doctor, went to this one because he thinks so highly of Barry. He even seemed to enjoy himself and stayed until after 10 pm (the cake cutting) before pottering home on his mobility scooter, lights flashing cheerily. I stayed on a bit later and then headed homeward with Renee, both of us tired from so much dancing and talking but chattering happily about what a great party it had been and what fun we can still have in our youthful seventies and how good it is to live in such a place where we can walk home safely late at night under a splendidly starry sky.
Here are a few pics – once the dancing started I was up there on the floor a-rockin’ an’ a rollin’ an’ a twistin’ with no more time for photography. But the cameras were clicking everywhere so I’m sure there’ll be plenty of other pics up there on Facebook!