my BFF
here is why JCSG is my BFF…
last night we went to Don Pablo’s for our birthday dinner - our birthday’s are one year and two days apart - i’m the older one in case you were wondering. and when i walked in i told the hostess that it was JCSG’s B-day and they better come over with the big sombrero and a bunch of hot mariachis to wish her a happy birthday.
after talking about being stupid in our mid-twenties, late-twenties, and even our early-thirties, it was nice to settle into middle age, and look forward to our “cougar years”. we also spent time talking about books, but you’ll have to wait for the podcast for that one.
at the end of our meal, two dudes come over, one with dessert, the other with the big sombero. and JCSG and i embark on a volley of “it’s her birthday!” “no, it’s HER birthday.”, “NO, it’s HER birthday.”
at one point JCSG called out “CARD HER!” and then i knew she’d won. so reluctantly i took the oversized sombrero, cast my eyes downward and waited to the humiliation to pass. when one of them asked how old i was JCSG chirped “She’s 32!”. And then the sombrero dude yelled out to Don Pablo’s that it was my 32nd B-day and they should all give me a round of applause. which they did.
when they had left and JSCG was done wiping tears of laughter from her rosy cheeks, i thanked her. without hesitation she shaved five years off my age because she knew i could still pass.
“28 would have been a bit of a stretch though” she said.
so yeah, happy b-day to me.
