Happy Respect for the Aged Day, which is most appropriate for this post.
Rochi doesn’t normally want to do anything special for his birthday except go out for sushi, but he turned sixty this year and that one is significant for Japanese people. So our friend with the lovely large expat house offered to host, and we put together a menu and invited friends. Unfortunately, Rochi’s birthday is on March 15th, and by that day, our friends had bugged out and the stores were empty. Thinking the friends who remained would be dissatisfied with boiled air, we decided to postpone. So six months later, Saturday, we finally had the party. Some of the people he invited had never been to a foreigners’ party so we went whole hog. We decorated with balloons and streamers, even on the front gate, which was doubly funny because the house is right near the Norwegian Embassy and across the street from the Mormon Temple. It’s always fun to be silly in a place that takes itself much too seriously.
We had sushi, of course, but our friends are an eclectic mix, so we had a bunch of other stuff, too, including a pineapple upside down cake bake-off. (That’s the only kind of cake he likes.) I had taught one of his friends how to make it, so we both did. Mine was fluffier but she won. Hers was prettier and she put cherries on it. (Red. See below.)
It is traditional to give a red vest or cap on the 60th, but he would never wear either, so I told people the present theme was red, anything red. So he got red balloons, a book about the Beatles (wrapped in red paper), red boxer shorts with a matching undershirt, red chopsticks, a really great knife (use it to cut meat and it gets red), a gorgeous red scarf (which I will probably steal), and a gizmo that makes beer foam thicker (???).
I think everyone had fun, from the youngest (six months) to the oldest (The Man Himself). Pictures may be coming soon. I forgot to take any, but Sajith and his ever-present camera might have something good.