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Tomorrow night is Danny's work holiday party (and the Lucas parties are always swell). So he was going to take me out to a Chenery Park, a neighborhood restaurant, for my birfday, which is tomorrow, at which I will be 60. (It's just a number. A large, round number, but a number nonetheless.)
We show up and here are, not only my darling daughters, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klages, Pat Murphy, desperance, and klwilliams, all crying "Happy birthday!" There followed good food, good drink, and all manner of conversation from all parties. It was lovely. Joey, the owner of Chenery Park, stopped by to tell dirty jokes and amuse the young. There were presents (omigod, a necklace from elisem! A cookbook that, unbeknownst to Chaz and Karen, I had faunched over for years! a gorgeous scarf from Pat. And dire hints from Danny and the girls which will not be fulfilled until tomorrow).
And tomorrow: now we are 60, and we're clever as clever, so I think I'll be 60 forever and ever. Or at least until next year when I reach 61.
We show up and here are, not only my darling daughters, but
klages, Pat Murphy, desperance, and klwilliams, all crying "Happy birthday!" There followed good food, good drink, and all manner of conversation from all parties. It was lovely. Joey, the owner of Chenery Park, stopped by to tell dirty jokes and amuse the young. There were presents (omigod, a necklace from elisem! A cookbook that, unbeknownst to Chaz and Karen, I had faunched over for years! a gorgeous scarf from Pat. And dire hints from Danny and the girls which will not be fulfilled until tomorrow).And tomorrow: now we are 60, and we're clever as clever, so I think I'll be 60 forever and ever. Or at least until next year when I reach 61.