Usually I have something planned for my birthday, especially dinner out. Not this year. It kind of snuck up on me. Last night Janice texted asking if we were not on for coffee, and I said I might be going to see Clybourne Park at Palo Alto Players. I was actually online about to buy a ticket. She said she wanted to go too, so I got two tickets.
So the plan became picking her up at about 1:15, going to the show at 2, Starbucks after.
I was up way late, thanks to the show at Sunnyvale. In bed at about 2 am. Slept well, finally out of bed at 11. Spook was on the bed yelling for her treats.
Not much time to do more than throw in a load of laundry, then drive to MV to pick up Janice.
The show was very good, some excellent acting. It bogged down a bit in the middle of Act II, but picked up again. The ending calls for a sequel.
We went to a nearby Starbucks for a chat. Ran into a couple of BASFA photography friends, who wished me a happy birthday.
Dropped Janice at her place, it was surrounded by fire engines and police cars, but they were wrapping up. She texted later that it was a tiny fire, all is well.
Stopped off at the big Safeway, they had many black forest cakes. I bought one. And on honor of having a freezer, I also bought another ice cream cake.
Home, Spook was being weird, watching out of the side window, I didn’t see anything. Maybe the very strong wind whipping up the foliage caught her eye. She also ran up and down the house with her little stuffed monkey toy, which she had not paid any attention to in months, until a couple of days ago.
Dinner was a 4-course meal of won ton soup, chips & dip, shrimp egg rolls and black forest cake, while seeing the Seahawks go from behind 19-0 to ahead and then lose in the last 4 minutes.
Liked a ton of FB birthday greetings. Call from Middle Sister to sing the song off key (a family tradition). Disappointed to not get a call from baby sister, but she FB-ed.
Tummy did it to me again. Seems the whipped cream on my frappuchino and black forest cake each triggered a nasty #2 event. Starbucks just meant going back inside after we had left & crossed the street. Had to un-hook the restroom door, which was open because the floor was still wet from mopping. At home I barely made it, I thought, but socks and one of the mats is in the wash right now. Took a shower, used the spray attachment and now all is well. This after taking a pair of lactose pills prior to dinner. I am so not amused.
Plans for tomorrow:
- Maybe BASFA. It’s been a while