In the way of birthdays, it seems the older you get, the less exciting they become. It’s true, no? My last one was pretty cool, what with the mail-order pork and venture to Takashi, but we surely didn’t do anything off the wall, and I prefer it that way. In fact, with a very special birthday on the horizon (whatever 12+18 comes to, as if I’m really being mysterious here), I’m hoping for low key gathering and not the big ol’ surprise party Hubs got last year for his special three decade extravaganza. And so, after said soiree for Hubs’ big 3-0, he’s now another year older and unfortunately for him, this one is much less exciting. He fenagled a lil’ shindig this past Friday at Piece (which was nice because last year he was a bit saddened by the fact that no one wanted to come out and celebrate with him;...
