Monday, May 12, 2008
So although Ambitious MOAM had a menu of braised beef short ribs, mushroom risotto and peas with shallots and bacon all planned out, Lazy MOAM won out with three-cheese baked penne, brussel sprouts (I know -- what was I thinking?), salad and French bread. My parents and sister and brother-in-law came over for the meal. We'd just sat down to eat and had barely dug in when we heard "Happy Birthday" being sung from a neighbor's patio. My family, all abuzz on sangria, eagerly, and loudly, joined in. Once it was over, Hubs sort of shook his head and muttered something about us actually still needing to live in this apartment, with these neighbors. I declared that our neighbors hate us anyway, and initiated "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow," which we sing to everyone on their birthday, regardless of whether they want it to be sung to them. It involves a lot of clapping. Once we finished, there was dead silence from the neighbor's patio for about 30 seconds. Then, "Happy Birthday" started up again! They were singing it again because we'd destroyed the first version! We silenced ourselves and listened closely. My dad mused that they sounded like a barbershop quartet. Perhaps they were practicing and we'd interrupted practice? They finished off with a rather depressing sounding, "And many moooooore...." Certainly doesn't beat "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow."