My grandparents had a surprise party for their 60th wedding anniversary

My parents and family planned a surprise party for many weeks in advance. I went to the gathering though part of me didn’t want to because of my social anxiety and stupid restrictions on how I dress in a restaurant ( luckily my parents didn’t enforce them today although they tried telling me to take off outerwear and mid weight accessories. I almost didn’t go because of that.) so my grandparents were shocked and greatly surprised. The excuse we used was we were going out to lunch to celebrate my mother’s birthday which is also today . All the family was there and their closest friends ( elderly couples they have known for decades.) and at least the weather today was about 80-84degrees this afternoon tonight is about 60-65 degrees. Not hot not cold. Although now the evening is chilly and so was the morning i went to bed at 5 am with the window open and it was nippy. I know it meant a lot to my grandparents for me to be there. I almost did not go though. I would have felt guilty not going but would not want to put up with being told what I could and could not wear in the restaurant by my parents. There was air conditioning in there. Today I was in a thick pull over sweater crewneck, jeans, and sheepskin lined moccasin flats. I had a fleece coat and midweight pashmina on since like 4 pm because it cooled off fast and plus I was in an air conditioned car and air conditioned restaurant and air conditioned. House yeesh. I hate being cold so I had my jacket and pashmina scarf in the restaurant. Outside until like 4 pm I was just in a sweater and jeans. I get easily cold. Yesterday was 90 so it was pretty hot but today was only 80. Anyway, I was honest about what I did my hobbies/passions/interests/talents and courses I needed to finish because I asked others how their work was and life. I didn’t mention I didn’t have a job or don’t go to school ( accredited programs). People know I struggle with mental health, live with my parents, and and temperamental mismatches. Their friend who was a retired professor asked me what I liked to read because he heard I enjoyed literature. He was Mr. Nunu. Nobody said anything to me about my clothing luckily. If they thought something was wrong with me they kept it to themselves. Anyway my parents just had to deal with my clothes. I talked to people and asked them about their lives and made small talk and I even talked to a woman momentarily in the bathroom and said her daughter was cute. Luckily it was a waiting area with a sink with single user toilet closed off door. I mentioned it was nice they have only a single user bathroom instead of multiple stalls for privacy. There was a bathroom for women, men, and family restroom. Overall it was not as painful as I thought it was going to be. The wait staff did rush us out a little bit but they were friendly and efficient. We took pictures with grandparents, grandchildren, and our parents. The whole party lasted maybe two and half hours. My mom complained I didn’t dress nicer but I thought business casual was fine. Anyway I made it through. My grandparents got gifts. My grandparents gave my mom a birthday card with what I assume to be money as a gift. People baked and brought pastries to eat. A chocolate cake was made for my grandparents with crème. The dishes were made at the restaurant. There was bread and soup. There was also chicken Mozambique with potato, pork stew, and fish with rice. The restaurant was called city doors It serves Portuguese and Spanish cuisine. They even have paella. The food was good. I had waffles three hours before and fruit to hold me over. I ate moderately. Then later I felt bloated somewhat which passed eventually. We are back at my grandparents apartment last hour to hour an a half. My mom helped my aunt clean up the desserts at the restaurant. So today was not as bad as I thought it would be.