Friday night was birthday night. We had dinner at Freemans, where I love my Dark and Stormies. There were presents—a receipt for the pre-ordered Harry Potter (and the Deathly Hallows), a gleaming Rabbit corkscrew, and a lot of stationery. There was a celebrity sighting—confirmed by Lo—of some dude from Gilmore Girls. If you like the birthday song, do not go to Freemans. No one at the restaurant joined in. Which was fine. I mean, I don't really give a shit about your birthday, either.
After Freemans we went across the street to the downstairs of Loreley. No DJ Friday night but the folks at Loreley will hook up your iPod with their speakers. Of course I didn't bring mine, but I did get to hear a little bit of Basement Jaxx from Mr. Leahy's iPod. Yes, Mr. Leahy, all the way from Princeton! Mrs Chou Chaffin provided the cake for the night, which, in the dim light of the lounge, I did not recognize as a RED VELVET CAKE WITH SEAFOAM GREEN FROSTING. And so, following last year's red velvet cake with seafoam green frosting provided by Mr. Schumann, a tradition has begun.
Twenty-two years over, and I look okay in flash photos. I guess I can't complain.
After Freemans we went across the street to the downstairs of Loreley. No DJ Friday night but the folks at Loreley will hook up your iPod with their speakers. Of course I didn't bring mine, but I did get to hear a little bit of Basement Jaxx from Mr. Leahy's iPod. Yes, Mr. Leahy, all the way from Princeton! Mrs Chou Chaffin provided the cake for the night, which, in the dim light of the lounge, I did not recognize as a RED VELVET CAKE WITH SEAFOAM GREEN FROSTING. And so, following last year's red velvet cake with seafoam green frosting provided by Mr. Schumann, a tradition has begun.
Twenty-two years over, and I look okay in flash photos. I guess I can't complain.
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