“There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents ... and only one for birthday presents, you know.”
Lewis Carroll [Charles Lutwidge Dodgson] (1832-1898), British author, mathematician, clergyman. Humpty Dumpty, Through the Looking-Glass, ch. VI, Macmillan (1872).
TIME: 6:34 PM
PLACE: Downtown
SUBJECT: View from the courtyard
(photo taken by HandsomeHusband)
The HandsomeHusband and I went out to dinner for my birthday. We ate at a Mexican restaurant downtown, then stopped by another bar/restaurant for a soothing adult beverage. A friend of mine from high school owns this particular establishment – he is a year older, was a football player and a jock, sat in front of me in accounting class, and on many Mondays, he would turn around in his desk, smile charmingly and say “I had a game this weekend and don’t know how to do the homework, can you show me how?” I always did. We still joke about how much he owes me for saving helping him out back then. I just say that drinks on the house are always an acceptable form of payment for his indebtedness to me.
1 comment:
Happy belated birthday! This is a neat shot and I enjoyed reading about how much HH owes you! :)
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