Mixed feelings
The Firecracker was away down south visiting family for a few days but flew back early to spend some time with me while she was still off.
Me: If you’re gonna do that, I’ll meet you at the airport when you get back.
Her: You don’t have to do that.
Me: I know. I want to.
The plan was to take a cab back to her pad, drop of her luggage and then go get a late lunch/early dinner.
But, as always in NYC, traffic was at a crawl.
Her: I’m starving.
Me: You know me, I’m always hungry.
Her: We’re [kind of near the restaurant]. Should we just tell the driver to head straight there?
Me: Heck, yeah!
So, after just a couple of minutes, we hopped outta the cab and walked a few shorts blocks there.
The weather was great so the walk was nice but it wasn’t far so, before we knew it, we were already at the restaurant, quickly ordered some drinks, and then our food came.
I’d actually been to the restaurant once before with a friend, but this was the first time I did the barbeque version of it.
We started off with the salad and veggies…
…before turning to the meat…
…which the Firecracker was nice enough to cook.
We were pretty full but not completely when the waitress came by to inform us that they only brought half the meat we ordered.
There were three more trays of meat to be had.
Me: Yes!
Our birthdays are pretty close to each other so she did the same thing that I did when we went up to Legoland, and had the waitstaff come by with dessert and sing me a happy birthday song.
I think it was the first time anyone did something like for me. It was sweet.
Me: I can’t remember the last time I had regular ice cream.
Her: I’m not sure it’s regular ice cream, it tastes more like gelatto.
Me: No, I mean full fat, non-keto ice cream.
It’s been on my mind a lot, my birthday. It’s coming up in like less than a week.
I’ll be turning 50. Half-a-century old.
For me, it gives me all sortsa mixed feelings.
For the Firecracker, it just gives her something to amuse herself with.
Me: (on phone) It’s asking for my birthday. Hold on…
Her: (a few moments later) You know you’re really getting old when you have to spend forever on the click wheel [to get to your birth year].
Me: I’m at the 80s now, almost there…
Location: earlier today, having a picnic with her by the river
Mood: allergic to all this damn pollen
Music: Let’s get out of this town. Drive out of the city, away from the crowds (Spotify)
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