Birthdays, puddings, singing strangers and beverages
Is it wrong to say you’re in your mid-twenties until you’re at least thirty nine?
Surely not.
My only expectation on my birthday (not present related thank you) was to lunch with my siblings, commit to the networking function I confirmed for and hang out with my best friend with a cold beer and some good food.
So…
I had lunch with my brother, my sister and my best friend T-Rex in Box Hill.
The food was great, the bill was slim and I ate more dumplings than is recommended for human consumption.
Coffee in the sun with T-Rex and an interesting train trip back into the city.
Stop for a quick nap.
Admittedly, I may have been sitting up, it may have been about 3pm and I may not have fought to stay awake.
Pfew, this growing old business is hard yakka.
A Christmas Pudding making session at the Culinary Centre of the MCG where twenty five strangers sang me happy birthday and Epicure (the hosts) made me a delicious and rich (like me) cake that I protected and carried home like it was my child.
Drinks and food with best friend in a new bar and half a pack of burger rings that nearly took me down – cue reflux, cue reminder of being older.
If birthdays are all about lunching with ace people, getting a custom made birthday cake from Epicure, being sung to by 25 strangers and then drinking beer jugs and having great chats; I’d be happy to have at least three a year… with naps included.
A chef in the making...
