This past week has been an ongoing celebration of my hubby. To be honest, I wish we could celebrate him the whole month. Any objections to making January Bob-uary? That was terrible, let’s just act like that didn’t happen. . .
Truly though, he is such a wonderful guy. Like, our life is far from perfect, but gosh I am so lucky to have him. I will not bore you by gushing on here, because, like I said, last week was all. the. gushing.
But isn’t the best part of birthdays the space they make for you to celebrate that person, really honor them and remind them of what a blessing they are?
Anyway, saturday the 21st I pulled off surprising him with Twentyone Pilots tickets. Which, if I am honest was just as much a gift to me as it was to him. (Seriously these guys are UNBELIEVABLE, I was going to link to my favorite, but I couldn’t choose, so I will just leave this here…
Wednesday was his actual birthday, and we went to his parents for dinner. By his request (and in his words) we had “meat-drunk” dinner, literally mom just made all the meats (steak, chicken, sausage), and of course he loved it!
Then this past saturday, the main event, a Whisky & Literature party. I can’t really tell you how the idea was born, because it was all him. He emailed all his best guy friends and asked that they show up armed with whisky to share and an excerpt from their favorite piece of literature to read aloud.
He would have been happy to leave it at that, I mean he is the type of guy who would buy you a gift and give it to you in whatever bag the store put it in. He is just not a frills guy, but I am a frills girl and dang it, it’s not a party without some frill!
But it’s not about me so I did my best to keep it simple.
I grabbed an old book from a thrift store and got to cutting!
I made some bunting using the perfectly yellowed pages and strung them up around the apartment
One of my favorite touches was these little graphics (that I may have spent too much time making, but who’s keeping track?) of quotes relating to birthdays or whisky that we hung up around the apartment using these adorable wood pants hangers.
Not only did they look awesome (I can say that right?) from what the hubs told me, the guys thought they were great, and they made for some great conversation. So woot woot, let me toot that horn!
I made a crap ton of food, because I come from a big italian family, which, if you are unfamiliar means you are never sure there will be enough, and there is no worse catastrophe than not having enough food. So I made sure to have my bases covered.
From the hubby’s report the night was a smashing success (I had to work that night, so it was a guys only). The whisky was tasty (obv) and the conversation was deep and meaningful. It’s crazy to think that many of these guys were meeting for the first time, and sharing these excerpts that have impacted them quickly broke down walls and built up friendships.
The hubby is still on cloud nine from the whole evening. Having all his favorites together and being so encouraged and having space to encourage back. It is his gift and his passion to lift others up, and he does it so well.
Cheers to another year of life big guy!