
And just like that, I turned 60. Last Saturday, Garry and I hosted a party for 35 people in our apartment (we had at least four last-minute dropouts). Garry has been secretly beavering away for months, preparing for the big day. While I was privy to some details, he’d successfully kept me in the dark regarding much of what ultimately unfolded.
Matt and Shelley, and Hamish (who’d just returned from Europe a few days earlier) flew in on Friday evening. I collected them from the airport after work. They stayed with us over the weekend before flying out again today. As Hamish noted, this is the first time all three brothers have been together in Sydney.
The weather forecast was perfect. Saturday dawned warm and sunny with a predicted high of 31°C and an overnight low of 19°C. However, temperatures were forecast to be around 22°C at midnight (which they were). It was perfect weather to host a party outdoors on our rooftop balcony. And what a party it was!
Hamish was assigned the task of keeping me out of the house while a team of friends and family prepped the apartment. This included Matt and Shelley, who were roped into helping with the set-up. Garry transformed our apartment into the most extraordinary venue in less than seven hours. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. I was absolutely blown away by what greeted me when I arrived home at 5:40pm.
At first, Hamish was a little dubious about the hour-long experience, but came away glowing. Afterwards, we walked down to The Rocks, wandered through the weekend market, and took the Argyle Cut through to Barangaroo. We completed our city excursion by walking the length of Darling Harbour and catching a tram back to Moore Park. Hamish went directly up to the apartment while I changed into my party clothes at a friend's apartment. Earlier in the week, Garry and I had gone shopping for new outfits to ensure we looked our best for the occasion.
Apparently, the City Council’s Noise Abatement Officer made an appearance around 10:30pm. We were politely asked to turn down the music; otherwise, if he returned, our stereo would be confiscated. I had no idea this had happened until Matt revealed all at breakfast on Sunday.
Hamish delivered an impressive, heart-warming speech before I launched into a pre-prepared monologue (queue groans as I pulled out my sheet of paper). I wanted to acknowledge the common bond that united everyone in the room, beyond just the family. In essence, those who were there share an innate curiosity about life and an annoying habit of pushing the boundaries. Each, in their own way, was an entrepreneur of some description, personally or professionally. Someone who takes a risk in life, gives everything a go, and rarely accepts 'no' for an answer.
I also took time to list some of the other numbers beyond 60 that have meaning in my life. Numbers like 35, the number of years since I migrated to Australia, or ten, the number of years Garry and I have owned Artiwood, and of course, the number two, representing the two mothers we lost last year.
As the cake cutting and speeches concluded, purely by chance, the skyline lit up with fireworks over the harbour. Garry and I farewelled our final guests around 3:30am. It really was a night to remember. I couldn’t have asked for a better celebration. I think it may have even topped my 40th birthday weekend.
Welcome to my seventh decade!
Welcome to my seventh decade!