Birthday Celebration

It was a dark and lonely night, the fog so thick that it was difficult to stumble from lamppost to lamppost.  Struggle we did, and slowly made it from building to building, praying for an open door that would take us in from the frigid night air.  Everyone dutifully carried bags of hope, filled with their food assignment; pickles, olives, salad, fruit, cheese, meat, even party hats, noisemakers, and tablecloth.

Alas, hope was dashed as each and every door was found locked and only darkness peered out through blackened windows into the darkness where we shivered.  As we numbly opened car doors to relinquish our food bags and admit defeat, we knew that Josh would stand sad and sullen-faced when the explanation was made that there would be no picnic for him this cold December night.

One last chance, one beacon of hope, one light in the darkness remained.  Perhaps we could sneak past the ushers, actors, and building maintenance crew and set up our picnic in the basement of Pioneer Theater. In we went, one-by-one, hauling our food assignments once again,  making no eye contact with anyone who might question us, to our secret destination.  Three ottomans sighted and drawn together made our place of celebration.

SUCCESS!  A PICNIC IN DECEMBER - AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSH!