Oh, come on. No way is it birthday time again. I'm pretty sure I turned 66
only a few days ago, and now I'm turning 67. What the fook? Yeah, I know,
getting older is better than the alternative and all that, but the increasing
speed at which these years keep zooming past is staggering. At this rate, I'm
going to be a pile of cremains as of yesterday.
A few days back, I vaguebooked about certain hard times that were sucking out
my very soul, and while I'm not entirely free of those issues, things are
better. A lot better, for which I thank Yog. I'm going to say
that my Birthday Eve last night was the best ever. No shit! Lately, Kimberly
and I have been regularly spending Friday afternoons at nearby Hamlet Kitchen, a lovely local wine spot three minutes up the road, and so yesterday, we
made it a little birthday celebration—just the two of us, but damn, it was
nice. And tonight, we had good friends Joe & Callie over for dinner,
drinks, and what amounted to a raucous rumble that almost resembled
dancing.
Kimberly very kindly gave one of her beautiful handmade cards for my birthday, and just above, you can see it on the living room bookcase, with a wee bit of support from Gabora and Baragon. Splendid!
Her birthday is next Saturday, so we'll be celebrating that in some fashion as well. As you can see in the photo below, she's getting really, really old.
Oh, wait, that's the guy behind her. Sigh.
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Brugger and Old Dude having a birthday eve celebration at Hamlet
Kitchen
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| Old folks prior to the shenanigans |
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| Made lemon-garlic shrimp for dinner |
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| Old Dude, Brugger, Callie Hietala, Joe Keiper getting ready for dinner and whatever the hell it was that came afterward. |
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| The whatever-the-hell-it-was that came afterward |
