Hello, world. I'm 30 now.
Not too exciting, yet.
I spent most of the past two days just sleeping and not doing much. After a bunch of long workdays, that was much needed. Tuesday I did some birthday shopping, picking up Cee Lo Green's "The Lady Killer," John Legend and The Roots' "Wake Up" and "Batman Returns" on Blu-ray.
Wednesday had a little more action, though. Rosemary and I went to Torrington with the intent of seeing Action Wildlife, this crazy animal park that's 116 acres of petting zoo, drive-through safari and taxidermy museum. But it was closed despite no notice that it was when I called. Dang! Rosemary was really looking forward to it. We drove up to find the gates closed. But we did drive up next to the alpaca enclosures and see them chomping away.
Otherwise, we hit some old haunts: Burrville Store for lunch,
Brazen Betties for hanging out and buying things, and
Rocket Fine Street Food for (tiny) second lunch. At Rocket, Joe and Patricia birthday-gifted us some butternut squash soup, beef taco and dark chocolate cupcakes. Mmmmm. Julia was running around like crazy, so her pal Liz was minding the store. She is a very good photographer who shoots stuff
like this. Maybe this is a new friend?
At Rocket we also kept company the frailest, tiniest little old lady I've seen. (And I live in a building full of frail little old ladies.) She was battered by the wind, and so frail that she was tired after walking a block down the street. She also could barely hear. Patricia gave her a ride back home. Nothing like having your birthday preluded by a stark reminder to not get old.
Unfortunately, I'm still gonna get old. But I'm doing so in style for this birthday. Returning to Mystic and the wonderful
House of 1833 (where Rosemary awaits her
reunion with Buddy the dog) on Thursday, followed by party times with friends Friday, more friends Saturday and a party in New York on Saturday, then a few days home in Philly with the family.