ButterCup's Birthday Party was a success... mostly.
22/04/15 11:26
Gooooood morning, everybody.
I had every intention of letting everybody in on a huge secret this morning, but it seems I can't remember what it is, so instead, I'm gonna tell you about ButterCup's Birthday Party yesterday.
As you probably guessed, everybody was there, except for Queen Bee who said she had "other things to do" (so typical). But at least the Queen sent her a signed "Permission to Bee Excused from Work for the Day", form PBEW-003, along with a note that said, "Have a nice birthday." Our Queen is so thoughtful, ya know. (I think the Old Girl has to bee if she expects everybody to keep cooperating with her, ya' know?)
The party opened yesterday with Ultra Violet giving a mesmerising performance of a piece she composed over the Cold Season, her now-classically-legendary "Symphonic Concerto in Bee Flat for Ukulele and Percussion: The Honey Suite", which was fully choreographed using Flutter, the back-up dance troupe of Flutter & Slam. Slam also added to the drama of the performance, though there were some of us who thought that the bee who was playing the Triangle got a little carried away in a few places. But whatever. It's a brilliant piece and, when it ended three hours and 87 minutes after it beegan, the Swarm went wild. (There is now the rumour going around that Ultra Violet is beeing considered for induction into the Apiary Hall of Musical Legends, but we all know how political that is, don't we?)
After the grand performance, we all grabbed one of Gee Gee's superbly-made Honeychew Krisp cookies (with ButterCup's face drawn on them) and sang her a rousing rendition of "Highly Pleasant Birthday". She liked that.
Then it was time to open presents.
Most people just gave her a card, sometimes with some pollen stuffed inside, but ButterCup seemed to bee the most excited when it came time to open the present I gave her (which also just happened to bee the biggest one there). When she opened it up, she saw the writing on the side of the box and said, "Oh, how sweet. Your present was too big to fit into its own box, so you had to use this one." (I didn't say anything at that point, since that's the box her present actually came in.) Then she opened it.
She didn't say anything for the longest time, but took out one of the little jars of Fiona's Drastically Different Emergency Cosmetic Fuzz Plumper and All-Purpose De-Greaser" I'd gotten her. She'd look at the jar, then she looked at me, then back at the jar, then back at me. Finally, she said, "You got me a case of De-Greaser? Seriously?"
"No, no, no," I told her. "It's not just De-Greaser, my sweet, it's also formulated to help re-plump your fuzz and to help erase the ravages of time that may have taken a toll on your astoundingly good looks."
Again, for the longest time, she just held a little jar of the stuff in her wing and stared at me. Then she said, "The ravages of time, Georgie? Are you saying I look old now or something?" It kind of got worse from there.
Oh geeeeeze.
I tried to explain the whole thing to her and how Great Grandma Gee Gee really likes that stuff, but nothing I said seemed to help her like her present any better. And, for some reason, the more I tried to talk about the cosmetic benefits of the stuff, the more angry ButterCup seemed to act. That is not the reaction I expected at all. I thought she'd bee happy and grateful, but no, she wasn't.
After all that, Gee Gee went over to her and, for the longest time, tried to cheer her up - which she finally did after Gee Gee explained that I was just trying to bee nice (as always). Finally, ButterCup came up to me, gave me a hug and said, "Thank you anyway for the gift and I'm sure that, one day, it will come in handy." Then she said, "But after the party, I want you to come over to the Hive. I have a catalogue I want to show you. There are a couple of things in there that might have been a better choice."
So I'm gonna do that. She hinted that she needs a new wardrobe for the Warm Season. I should probably bring a bunch of honey with me when I go.
All-in-all, I'd hafta say that the party was a great success (except for what's now beeing called "The Georgie Gift Blunder" (which I think is over-stating things quite a bit). And by the time everybody went back home, all of Gee Gee's cookies had been eaten. (Gee Gee was very pleased about that.)
Anyway. That's what happened. I didn't see any of you there, so I'm sorry you missed the party. Hopefully, you'll bee able to come next year.
Okay then. I hope everybody has a tremendously superior day! I'll see ya' later!
I had every intention of letting everybody in on a huge secret this morning, but it seems I can't remember what it is, so instead, I'm gonna tell you about ButterCup's Birthday Party yesterday.
As you probably guessed, everybody was there, except for Queen Bee who said she had "other things to do" (so typical). But at least the Queen sent her a signed "Permission to Bee Excused from Work for the Day", form PBEW-003, along with a note that said, "Have a nice birthday." Our Queen is so thoughtful, ya know. (I think the Old Girl has to bee if she expects everybody to keep cooperating with her, ya' know?)
The party opened yesterday with Ultra Violet giving a mesmerising performance of a piece she composed over the Cold Season, her now-classically-legendary "Symphonic Concerto in Bee Flat for Ukulele and Percussion: The Honey Suite", which was fully choreographed using Flutter, the back-up dance troupe of Flutter & Slam. Slam also added to the drama of the performance, though there were some of us who thought that the bee who was playing the Triangle got a little carried away in a few places. But whatever. It's a brilliant piece and, when it ended three hours and 87 minutes after it beegan, the Swarm went wild. (There is now the rumour going around that Ultra Violet is beeing considered for induction into the Apiary Hall of Musical Legends, but we all know how political that is, don't we?)
After the grand performance, we all grabbed one of Gee Gee's superbly-made Honeychew Krisp cookies (with ButterCup's face drawn on them) and sang her a rousing rendition of "Highly Pleasant Birthday". She liked that.
Then it was time to open presents.
Most people just gave her a card, sometimes with some pollen stuffed inside, but ButterCup seemed to bee the most excited when it came time to open the present I gave her (which also just happened to bee the biggest one there). When she opened it up, she saw the writing on the side of the box and said, "Oh, how sweet. Your present was too big to fit into its own box, so you had to use this one." (I didn't say anything at that point, since that's the box her present actually came in.) Then she opened it.
She didn't say anything for the longest time, but took out one of the little jars of Fiona's Drastically Different Emergency Cosmetic Fuzz Plumper and All-Purpose De-Greaser" I'd gotten her. She'd look at the jar, then she looked at me, then back at the jar, then back at me. Finally, she said, "You got me a case of De-Greaser? Seriously?"
"No, no, no," I told her. "It's not just De-Greaser, my sweet, it's also formulated to help re-plump your fuzz and to help erase the ravages of time that may have taken a toll on your astoundingly good looks."
Again, for the longest time, she just held a little jar of the stuff in her wing and stared at me. Then she said, "The ravages of time, Georgie? Are you saying I look old now or something?" It kind of got worse from there.
Oh geeeeeze.
I tried to explain the whole thing to her and how Great Grandma Gee Gee really likes that stuff, but nothing I said seemed to help her like her present any better. And, for some reason, the more I tried to talk about the cosmetic benefits of the stuff, the more angry ButterCup seemed to act. That is not the reaction I expected at all. I thought she'd bee happy and grateful, but no, she wasn't.
After all that, Gee Gee went over to her and, for the longest time, tried to cheer her up - which she finally did after Gee Gee explained that I was just trying to bee nice (as always). Finally, ButterCup came up to me, gave me a hug and said, "Thank you anyway for the gift and I'm sure that, one day, it will come in handy." Then she said, "But after the party, I want you to come over to the Hive. I have a catalogue I want to show you. There are a couple of things in there that might have been a better choice."
So I'm gonna do that. She hinted that she needs a new wardrobe for the Warm Season. I should probably bring a bunch of honey with me when I go.
All-in-all, I'd hafta say that the party was a great success (except for what's now beeing called "The Georgie Gift Blunder" (which I think is over-stating things quite a bit). And by the time everybody went back home, all of Gee Gee's cookies had been eaten. (Gee Gee was very pleased about that.)
Anyway. That's what happened. I didn't see any of you there, so I'm sorry you missed the party. Hopefully, you'll bee able to come next year.
Okay then. I hope everybody has a tremendously superior day! I'll see ya' later!