FIESTA!!!

My dad turned 45 this last Monday, and since his birthday is so near to Christmas, he rarely gets the star treatment... and that's just not fair. Everyone deserves to be a diva on his/her own birthday. I certainly reserve that right every year, so we decided to throw him a surprise fiesta. We sent him and Keaton out to see Avatar, decked out the house, cooked up fake Cafe Rio, and threw moustaches on all of our guests.

Here's everyone anxiously waiting, moustaches in place and Nacho Libre playing for inspiration.
Senor Never-Cleans-Up...


Mamacita and her daughter, Senorita Squeaks-A-Lot...

Senorita Loca...

Senora Eyeliner-Moustache-That-Turned-Green-Later...

The big moment! He walked in, we yelled SURPRIZO! And then came the Mexican hat dance, shouts of "Feliz Cumple... What was it again?" And, of course, his birthday sombrero. (That's a burro on the wall, by the way. Finley loved it. We told her all about how it was an ass.)

The chow spread... Slow-roasted pork salads a la Cafe Rio, even with tangy tomatillo ranch. Yum.

We got Dad a pinata, and he was the only one allowed to hit at it. The kids did get to keep the candy, though...And we could not get over how much Finley looks like a Bond villain with her moustache on...

Happy birthday, Papi! Ole.