Tag: birthday

My birthday is, in fact, tomorrow. There was to be a party at a clubhouse with cake and beer and people ribbing me about becoming fifty, but then all of… :waving: …this happened and we’re back down to cake. This isn’t a whine or anything, because I wrote all of that without coughing once and that’s something that far too many people can’t manage right now. “At least I have my health” isn’t just a commonplace sentiment at the moment; it’s a heartfelt sigh of relief.

So I’m just gonna hang loose this weekend. Seems smart.

Went to an excellent Italian place*, had some beef medallions, then consumed an eclair half the size of my head.  Which wasn’t actually the plan.  You see, I know what eclairs are: they’re pastry tubes filled with sweet creamy filling and covered in chocolate, then kept in the fridge at about a degree above freezing before they’re put on your plates.  This is a lot tastier than it looks, at least if you have NJ taste buds.  Which I do, so we’re good, right?

Anyway, this thing was a dark chocolate and strawberry and whipped cream explosion that absolutely couldn’t be eaten with your hands.  Heck, I could barely eat it with a fork.  Tasty, though. Continue reading So, good birthday night out.

…So I had to go put on big-person clothes.  Seriously, I am one of those White People who Likes Shorts:  I am happy to run around Maryland all summer in cargo shorts and a t-shirt, because this is America.  But it’s also my wife’s birthday, and when I casually brought up how we were dressing to go to dinner it was clear that today’s Let’s dress like a cleaned-up hobo! look just wasn’t gonna fly.

Mind you, I’m just wearing blue jeans and a shirt with long sleeves.  Then again, it’s Maryland in July.  This is a bit of a torment for me.

Nothing personal, folks, but there were priorities. Like getting the kids to draw birthday comic books, cleaning the bathroom (usually her chore), and going to get a very specific kind of pizza from a very specific restaurant. I’m sure people understand how that goes.

To wit: getting a new bed up four flights of stairs. Thankfully, not all at once. And thank God for modular box springs, let me tell you. Good birthday overall, though. Got my present early – a nice, new 27 inch monitor. Trying to figure out how I operated without one for all this time…