Ode to the headstand

The author is talking about a birthday party

Sarla’s sixtieth birthday had the usual shenanigans. She wore sequins, a lot of them, looking, as a result, star spangled. She had a little more than usual to drink, though a lot less than one might have expected, given how it was such a special occasion, and that she’d recently become a first-time granny — to twins, at that. She cribbed that there were no prawns for dinner, that being her most favourite of all food in the world. Oh, and she did what she does often to liven up a party — she stood on her head, right there,