Coffee was a mistake
Me: How’s my old lady today for her birthday?!
Her: Ooch, my back hurts.
Me: (laughing) That’s the appropriate answer. You’re getting older.
Her: Well, you are the authority on all things old, Logan Lo.
Sara and I both have April birthdays so her sister and brother-in-law took us both out to brunch with all the kids the other day.
We went to The Ribbon, which is this fancy joint near Central Park a little south of us.
I’d never been and always wanted to go.
Me: I dunno what I should order; it’s brunch so I want coffee, but I also want a drink.
S-SIL: Get an Irish coffee – best of both worlds!
Me: That’s not a bad idea!
S-BIL: It’s late, I can’t have coffee after 11AM.
Me: I usually can have coffee up to 2PM.
Turns out that coffee was a mistake
I forgot that I drink half-caf coffee at home, so I ended up significantly regretting my decision later on that evening as I had an almost completely sleepless night that night, especially since I was worrying about my mom.
But, at least at that moment, it was worth it.
Sara and I – and my sister – share a birth month.
Sara’s having a milestone birthday but I’m just having a regular one.
Still, after a certain age, all birthdays become milestones in some way.
I’ll be 53 before this month is out – it’s really hard for me to comprehend as I don’t feel like I’m 53, and yet, I do.
Suppose I’ll figure out some way to explain it to you in the coming entries.
Location: all up and down the west side
Mood: sore
Music: the memory of late nights and coffee in bed (Spotify)
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