Our evening would be filled with playful banter
Full of “hows it feel to be an old man now!”

“50 more to go!”

“I’ve already reserved your spot in the nursing home!”

“I’m so grateful to be here with you celebrating this milestone in your life”

You would say this isn’t a sad day, this is a happy day, I’ve made it 50 years countering every move made to beat me

You’d eat tons of cake and we’d drink cafe con leche after everyone leaves