In 2007 that guy I married was attacked by a tiger shark and survived!
We knew his calf was almost detached from his leg, but only after he safely made it to a nearby hospital did we even realize that he had a tooth hole in his leg that was an inch away from his femoral artery. Yup, dude came an inch away from death.
So every year, on the date of said shark attack, we throw Aaron a “Shark Attackiversary” party. It’s much like a birthday party, except we celebrate the day Aaron didn’t die instead of the day he was born.
Since then I’ve really fallen in love with the idea of throwing a party that celebrates a traumatic life experience that you’ve overcome.
Here’s how we throw our Shark Attackiversary party…
The first year I attempted to make a red velvet shark cake, but my baking chops are less-than-stellar (perhaps one day I will be attempt the JAWS cake). so we ended up with a red velvet sheet cake with a chocolate shark on it. Now I abandon all baking attempts and just pick up delicious red velvet cupcakes…
Thankfully, the Attackiversary is right before Halloween, so I often find shark attack-theme appropriate goodies. For the fifth Attackiversary I found these bloody “take a bite” cupcake wrappers.
We always get shark-themed beers (if you remember from my Nerdy Thirty birthday party, themed beers are totally a thing for me):
- Landshark lager
- Great White
- Shark Attack red ale
- La Fin Du Monde (get it, “fin”)
- even Shark Attack Margarita Tubes
We were gifted these awesome shark fin salt and pepper shakers, so of course they’re brought out as decoration in various food dishes.
Last year, my buddy Lisa brought over two sharks made of food — a shark-o-lantern and the shark-ermelon. The shark-ermelon is a lot like the shark punch bowl, but instead filled with bits of watermelon and sour candy laces streaming from the teeth and “bloodying” the water around its head.
To set the ambiance, we play our Shark Week: 20th anniversary DVD on a loop. Nothing like chowing down on red velvet cupcakes while you watch huge sharks chowing down on their delicious prey. And then thinking about how really, truly lucky we ALL are that Aaron didn’t meet the same fate as so many seals and a few humans on those tv specials.
Do any of you throw parties to celebrate traumatic events that you’ve survived? If so, what does YOUR party look like?