Over the weekend, my father Mark turned 65. Being that I was back in Seattle for work, I had the privilege of planning and attending his celebration of senior-hood.
Mostly, I was just excited to witness this.
And, perhaps most memorably, this:
Happy Birthday, Dad! And thank you for giving all of us hope that the road to 65 can be paved with tequila and duck calls instead of dentures and prune juice.
P.S. Sorry for filling your piñata with Werther’s originals. It just seemed…well…appropriate, given your age and all.