Is it wrong to say you’re in your mid-twenties until you’re at least thirty nine?
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.
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.