Over the last several years I’ve had a lovely birthday tradition: STEAK AND CAKE! Celebrate with the Kaiser-Tran-Ackerman with dinner at Damon’s in Glendale and cake from Portos. Unfortunately it looks like I won’t be able to follow through with tradition this year. With The Grandmother’s increasing dependence on me (I can’t be gone for more than 3 hours at a time because I have to give her meals) and with just how busy my family’s schedules are, it looks like no STEAK AND CAKE for me. No being able to get out of the house for a night. And, turning 37, I would be in a prime of my life. Shame.
So now I’m left with dreams, fantasies of what I want to do for 37.
– A really bourgeois champagne brunch complete.
– A coke-fueled depraved orgy.
– A buffet of drugs to sample and try.
– Watching several films.
– Booze. Lots of booze.
– Gathering everyone I know and just hanging out and chilling. With booze. And drugs.
I think it’s funny that my birthday falls on Easter Sunday this year. Yeah. I’m going to be trumped by a god I don’t believe in.