The Big 50 Ghetto-together!

 It is always funny when family or close friends 

try to break the news that they are not getting their invitations and favors from me.  

They either apologize profusely or beat around the bush 

and are worried that I am going to be upset or offended!

So when my brother-in-law, Jim, called a few months ago to "let me down gently" 

that his business partner's wife (who is also in the party business) 

was doing the invitations for 

his joint 50th Birthday Party,

 I had to give him a hard time. 

Secretly, I love getting invitations in the mail 

and am always amazed at how talented people are.

I thought these were just perfect...

My husband grew up in what has been lovingly coined,

"The Catholic Ghetto" of Phoenix.

Every family in their two block radius had at least 6 kids.

They were constantly in and out of each other's houses 

and finding creative ways to have fun in the Arizona heat.

They tell hysterical stories about all their antics

 and the bonds that were formed in their childhood 

are still strong today.

Three of the Ghetto Alumnae

 turned 50 last week. 

A big bash to celebrate them and play homage to their roots was in order.

Fabulous food and beverages, your oldest friends and family 

and these great t-shirts to remember the night...what else do you need?

and I didn't have to do a thing!

Cheers to Linda, Jim, Tim

and the Catholic Ghetto!