I sort of surprised my dear husband tonight with a birthday dinner at a local restaurant. He knew we were going, but he didn't know who was going to be there. It was only family...just a few extras he wasn't expecting. He was pleased.
Scott tends to be a quiet man and is not comfortable with attention being called to himself....well, unless it has something to do with sports, and then he is perfectly happy to take a bow! Anyway, he is adamant that he does not want any of the hoopla or singing that is done in some restaurants for patrons' birthdays.
Him: "I will stand up and walk out if that (the singing & hoopla) happens."
Now this made me chuckle because that would certainly call more attention to him than the singing, but whatever. I respected his wishes.
However, another family member, one he cannot divorce:), began singing the dreaded Happy Birthday song to him and we all joined in--quietly. In fact, a nearby waiter said that that was the quietest Happy Birthday he had ever heard. And Scott remained in his seat.
We had a lovely evening, and no undue attention was focused hubby's way.
As we were saying good-bye outside the restaurant, though, my husband and his aunt (yes, aunt!) began to scuffle as only two stubborn New England Yankees can. She had the audacity to try to slip him some money for his birthday. He was having none of that. So he and his aunt had a wrestling match (yup! wrestling match!) in the parking lot in front of the windows of the restaurant. At one point during the skirmish, he actually picked her up in the air. In the end, she won when she slipped the money inside his sleeve and he couldn't find it.
Thank goodness no one called 911 and we were able to slink into our cars and scurry home.
Sheesh, it's a good thing we didn't draw any undue attention to him by singing, right!?
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