And Just Like That We Celebrate His 30th Year of Life (with a Fancy Restaurant, Mussels, and His Choice, Carrot Cake for Dessert)

I actually slept until 9:30 a.m. yesterday. I was up at my usual time, but I put a black t-shirt over my eyes to simulate darkness and it appeared to work. Of course, when I woke up at late, I jumped out of bed and felt guilty for missing the first hours of productivity. I needed to get going right away because I lost five days to travel and, to be honest, it took two full days just to get through he email requests.

We went to Founders House in Milford, CT, and Tunga and I got fish. For me it was red snapper and for him it was salmon. Pam got shaved steak, Beverly chicken, and Leo a vegetarian burrito. It was good, although the kitchen caught fire and the alarm went off. They took care of it and when they brought Tunga and I our smoked bourbon the waitress joked it was our drinks.

The carrot cake was one to rival Bonnie, my mom and dad's neighbor, who perfected a massive size cake. I told them we only wanted a slice and not a quarter of the whole dam thing, but I believe they wanted to get rid of it.

Mr. Privacy doesn't want photos online or any leading information, so I'm only posting the cake. Lys comes to town today and think we'll go to a basketball game on campus for something to do before the turkey festivities on Thursday. I laughed when Chitunga came home with his race bib for the Stratford Turkey Trot, because it came with turkey socks and a box of cous cous, of all things.

In the gift box are a pair of new Sauconys for the kid (Syracuse colors) as well as running gear I picked up at the Denver airport. Turns out, the woman who owns the company, grew up in Milford and after she told me that, I was hooked on spending money on overly priced clothing simply to have the story. It's good product. She's starting out, but I'm sure the skiing, hiking, fishing, running crowd she's after will be pleased with her product. I know I am. It was high quality stuff which I would have devoured when I was running more. 

Okay, it's humidly...a rain day...and I believe I will use it to get ahead of the game of December. 

Gosh, I turned 30 in 2002, the same year I did the Louisville Writing Project. Phew.