Pat Dahl works for the Blackhawks, and he has been traveling like crazy, so we shoe horned our birthday celebration into the pre-game slot Sunday. I can read stress on Pat's face- he is nervous as a cat in a coyote's cage. A bit of family time was just the balm, and Mike's Friday birthday gave us an excuse to get together for some backyard bonding. Better late than never.... I had bought a Margaritaville frozen drink maker when it was a featured sale at Tuesday Morning. Since Steve will be stone sober 15 years at the end of this month, this was tough to justify. I pitch it as as a family asset. It will join the popcorn machine as a party accoutrement. Anyone is welcome to sign it out and use it.
Happy Birthday, Mike
Pat gave it a test run and declared it the centerpiece of our party. In truth, even the drinking Dahls do not imbibe much in the daylight- but still, it was festive. There were frozen lemonades and cokes, and a festive bar set up in the kitchen. Steve used duct tape to secure the cord- like a gaffer at a concert.
We had skirt steak tacos- a family tradition. Poor Steve was cooking during a downpour, but we moved inside. All my (Steve's) patio cleaning and arranging was for nothing. Pat's hockey duty hastened the laconic speed with which I choose to celebrate, so we speedily opened Mike's gifts, (some clothes, a gift card for a week of lunches, Jameson's whiskey, tickets to Old Saint Pat's block party for Spoon) and headed for cake.
The bakery at Jewel made Mike a Blackhawk sheet cake that was a thing of beauty. They are wizards- they can put anything on a cake. I could have put a naked Baby Mike on white icing...but I will save that idea for another year.
Quick ignition, quick extinguishment of the candles, a few bites, and the Dahls scattered to their next activities.
All but the Mom will be at the stadium tonight- I am too skittery to go, and besides, I did some silly damage to my new knee yesterday. I am unfit for a gladiator type environment. But it was a great day. Happy Birthday, (again) Mike- and please, Hawks....Win one for Mike.