Getting Ready to Celebrate

Pete turned 13 yesterday! And that means that he's a teenager, on his way to becoming a man! It also means that his Bar Mitzvah is fast approaching.

EEK!

The nice thing about having been through this once already is that I don't have to start from nothing. Number 1 on the To Do list was to get the same caterer, Linda at La Bonne Maison, because once she was locked in I knew that all would be well. Because, really, once the dance music starts and Pete and his friends are happily cavorting about, all I'm interested in is serving the most amazing food to my adult guests. I don't care about fancy invitations or a videographer or any of that, but the food has to be spectacular.

Linda had to postpone our meeting for a few weeks because she was empaneled on a jury—murder in the second degree!—but we finally sat down last week. I was tempted to go with the exact same menu as last time, because every bite was to-die-for. But Linda reminded me that there are other things to eat out there, and also that a June menu should be different from a February menu. She's right. So we are still trying to figure all that out. The sample menus she provided are already covered in drool, and I know that whatever we choose will be splendid.

I had sort of thought that Pete could just wear a jacket and tie (well, you know what I mean—and pants and a shirt), but "everyone" is saying he needs a full-fledged suit, so I will probably cave and get him one. (That he'll wear once and then outgrow.) As for me, I've decided to wear the dress I got for Steve and Cliff's wedding last year and never got to wear again. I can wear the cardigan during the services and then whip it off when it's time to party. I tried it on last night and still feel happy in it. The girls will need new dresses, though.

Pete's Torah tutoring is going along fine, and he will meet with the rabbi next week to start work on his D'var (teaching), the speech he makes in which he talks about his Torah portion and why it's meaningful to him. Andy and I also have to give a speech, about why Pete is so awesome, and we haven't set down so much as one word of that yet. And there are a million other details, but I know from Steph's big day that nothing else really matters once you see your kid up there and look around at the sanctuary filled with friends and family there to celebrate with you. Well, that and the Petit Filet Mignon with Herb Butter hors d'oeuvres.

Comments

[Tonya]

Wasn't he just 9? Seriously! This just all makes me grin from ear to ear. (Uhm, especially the food part).

[Katy]

Geez, I never knew such culinary amazingness existed here in Wtown (an absolute wasteland slung between the foodie delights of Cambridge and Newton)! Can you send Linda to my house to cook some of that food for me?!

[Wendy]

I am filled with admiration for how well you can spell "hors d'oeuvres" repeatedly. You spelled some other vowel-filled word correctly recently ... when I think of it, I'll let you know ... and I was similarly impressed. I assume there'll be Sprite-inis?