the five days of birthday
The fete does not end. Jordan and I rocked the kitchen yesterday with pakoras. Vegetables and antacids never had such a marriage. Then there was facial goop...in my hair. Today, I narrowed my schools down to ten, figured out the requirements and deadlines for each, made myself decent, and went out on an ill-conceived adventure for jewelry with Jess. We ended up eating chocolate-pecan scones at the Goat. Later, James summoned me to Subway, wished me a happy birthday, and tried to foist the burden of his decisions on me. He insisted that I start listening to the Romantics like Beethoven and Debussy, followed by Mahler, puzzled that I like 'arthouse shit' but don't listen to classical. I scurried off to sautee bok-choy.