Another Day, Another Gala

It's just me and the dogs awake in the house at the moment, and I am surrounded by crates. In the crates are rented dishes, rented glasses, rented tablecloths, etc. We're having a party tonight. We are going to celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary, and it just dawned on me: I must be a Minnesotan at last. Because we're having the party in the garden, and it will be barely 50 degrees. In my former life this kind of thing would be called "lunacy." But I've begun to accept it as relatively normal. Relative to what, you ask? Relative to ice-fishing. See? Oh, we'll have a heat source or two out there. A bonfire (what's a classy party without a bonfire?) and one of those patio heater things. And it's not like we're locking people out of the house, they can come in whenever they want. But since the current plan is to put the bar in the garden, and knowing the crowd I run with, my guess is most partygoers will opt for outside. Anyway, if I come down with bronchial pneumonia at least it will be in a happy setting. And I can hardly wait for the bonfire.