The Party

Last year I traveled to 12 different diners/drug stores from Ephriam to Logan in search of the perfect ice cream malt. There were a few pretty good ones, and some that they should have been embarrassed to label "malts".  It's been a fun journey, and I finally found the perfect malt, interestingly made right here at home.

For my birthday a couple of weeks ago, we threw a big party.  Sherry was able to come down from Canada for a week, Nik got has Master's in Education, several other birthdays had just passed or were just coming up, plus next month we have another graduation.  The rain has made the whole county beautiful, so why not have a soiree, not that we need a reason to party?

In preparation, I purchased six gallons of  BYU ice cream.  They know their business.  I bought an 8-ft sandwich from Walmart and have to say it was pretty darn good. We had salads and chips and my sweet granddaughter, Taylor, age 12, spent an entire day making and decorating a 6-layer birthday cake.  THANKS, TAY!

The weatherman had predicted rain for that Friday for ten days in a row.  The night before, they changed that to rain/possibly hail.  There were about 40 people coming and though we are used to being crammed together, this would be a stretch, but the night actually turned out beautiful.  They were able to play Kubb.  We brought out the patio heater and sat around like moths til 10:30 or so.  What a wonderful night.  The only negative is that some of us were pretty teary-eyed knowing Sherry and family would leave the next morning and who knows when we will see them again. I watched her hugging and snuggling those little granddaughters, sucking in the memories.

We still have 3 gallons of ice cream left over, so come on over.