When David turned 50, he didn’t just mark a milestone. He detonated it in glorious, glittery style with a party that Hitchin will be talking about until his 60th. The theme was simple: “Come as something beginning with the letter D.” The result? Pure, chaotic brilliance.
There were doctors and disco divas, dalmatians and dudes in denim, plus at least one person who looked like they got lost on the way to Glastonbury. The fashion stakes were high. The sense of dignity? Delightfully low.
And then, in rolled David himself. Not just as any “D,” but as Doc Brown from Back to the Future—complete with a lab coat, wild white hair, and a handmade cardboard DeLorean mounted to his wheelchair that actually moved. Forget flux capacitors; this party had pure wattage in the form of birthday energy. Rumor has it the venue now has a permanent groove in the floor from David’s turbo-charged laps around the buffet table.
The music was pumping. The costumes were questionable but deeply committed. Someone danced so hard their moustache fell off, and the very hot inflatable dragon did his best Jurassic Park impression!
But beneath all the silliness, the night was a giant hug wrapped in laughter. Friends and family turned out in full force for David because he is the kind of person who makes everyone feel like they matter. Whether he is cracking a one-liner, dancing in circles, or building time machines out of cardboard, David brings joy, heart, and the kind of laughter that stays with you long after the music stops.
So here’s to 50 years of David, and to the next time-machine adventure. Just don’t forget the snacks. Or the dinoasaur!
