I really didn't want Seth's 35th birthday to get lost in the shuffle (I figure, when you get past 21, the birthdays ending in fives and zeros seem like the only milestones left). A friend of mine mentioned that at 35, Seth would be legally eligible to be President of the United States, which made me giggle at first, and then made me hop on the ol' theme train.
I based the invitation (loosely, ha) on a vintage JFK campaign poster. My sweet friends Frank and Brandon very graciously offered up their house. We couldn't really decorate the outside for fear of giving the surprise away. I think all the planning and secrecy worked, at least judging by this photo. If he is not surprised here, he is at least very frightened.
|You guys! What in the?|
Pardon all the shadows here--it was a very bright/shadowy time of day.
|He really is, y'all.|
We kept the food kind of all-American--hot dogs, veggie dogs, potato salad, that kind of stuff.
I made some SETH buttons for guests to wear in support of our candidate.