my 36th birthday
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On the eve of my 37th birthday, I want to have documented on this space here what turning 36 was like. It was pretty glorious, filled with all my favorite people, and not forced to be fun, you know? It just was. It was special and spontaneous, and unfolded over the course of three days the way a flower opens up and blooms.
saturday, november 7th
First thing’s first: TRUMP DID NOT WIN THE 2020 ELECTION. I’m not even gonna sit here and celebrate that Biden won because that old guy is just…I don’t know…is he really going to be the leader of our country? I’ll believe it when i see it, but I am stoked Trump didn’t win. I’m sorry, Trump supporters, but you DON’T get to be the leader of a country when you’re a racist, misogynistic narcissist. …and shame on Trump because according to those of you who support him, he would do great things for this country, BUT…repeat after me: you DON’T get to be the leader of a country when you’re a racist, misogynistic narcissist. Anyway…back to my birthday weekend…
I attended a baby sprinkle with these fabulous ladies:
…and afterwards, had dinner in Tom’s parents’ backyard.
Also worthy to note is that little Ryan O was born this day! Congrats, Kev & Gel for becoming parents!
Sunday, november 8th
The next morning was Sunday and I woke up cuddled in bed with this crew, and Tom gave me my presents in bed.
We got ready and drove to my mom’s for a celebration with a giant dinner table candle plopped inside a pumpkin pie. Ahhhh, fall birthdays.
Monday, november 9th
My actual birthday was a Monday and after a day’s work, Tom took my out to Parkside in Corona, Queens for a quintessential Italian dinner out.
Tony Soprano watched up the whole time.
Read all about my 37th birthday here.
