This evening I went to the 80th birthday party for the little lady on the left. She lives on my street and her children had a party for her at the Cinco Ranch Golf Club. There were probably 100 people there and we had a buffet dinner and birthday cake. The picture below is of a line dancing group. The man in the light colored pants knocked the big cake onto the floor (fortunately we all had little mini cupcakes at our places at the table) and later dropped his wife on the dance floor. She was fine and after landing on her back, she kicked her legs in the air like a turtle. Earlier, while getting wine at the bar, I stood next to him as he ordered two straight vodkas on the rocks. I assume those weren't the only two they had. But they sure were having a good time.

The birthday girl's daughter put the cake back together so she could put candles on it for the singing of Happy Birthday. As we were leaving, we noticed the cake, minus three or four slices. Seriously?