Birthday

I am a little late writing this one, but it is a good story. It was my sister Juliann’s birthday 2 weeks ago on June 15th. For her birthday, Mom and Dad, and my Uncle Mike and Aunt Toby, and I went to Mackinac Island where she is living for the summer. We walked around the island, took a carriage ride, and had a very nice dinner. After dinner, of course we had cake, and of course we sang the “Happy Birthday to you…” song. For the first time in a very long time, I had met my 2 drink minimum that evening. (Jamaicans make very strong daiquiris.) I thought we should also sing the Beatles “Birthday.” So I started into “You say it’s your birthday, It’s my birthday too…” Well, four pairs of 64+ year old eyes stared at me like I was crazy! Their looks were priceless; you could just see the “Our daughter/niece has gone insane” looks on their faces. Juliann and I had to explain to them that this really was a song. It is a Beatles song. I wasn’t making it up. They had never heard it before. Their reply was that the Beatles were after their time, so why would they know a Beatles song? Well, then I guess I should not have been singing along with Miley Cyrus to “I can’t wait to see you again” when I heard it on the radio a few days ago. (Aside from the fact that it is just plain embarrassing for anyone over the age of 13 to know a Miley Cyrus song.) So, there are 4 people on this earth who do not know the Beatles “Birthday,” and I was in a hotel room with all of them. What are the odds? I should have played the lotto that night.