On this first day of spring, the weather was even warmer than expected. Fond memories include breakfast in bed, music in every room of the house, birthday wishes, plantains and chicken patties from the Jamaican spot and much, much laughter. Getting older is sweet. As the years pass, there is a deeper appreciation for the simple things instead of a hot pursuit of what one thinks is important. We forgive ourselves for how misinformed we were in the past. We look forward to learning how little we actually know.
In preparation of Sweets' birthday dinner at
Surin of Thailand, we made the typical birthday rounds. Haircut at the barber and detailing of the car to insure proper cityscape flossin'. At the car wash, I saw one of the most amazing things ever. We dropped off the car, watched it move through the water and brushes and then arrived in the lobby to find other patrons intently watching Michelle Obama discussing implications of the new White House vegetable garden. I can't recall the last time I ever saw such a mix of people at a car wash on one accord like that.
The last time I was in Atlanta, Sweets and I enjoyed a quiet lunch at
Surin of Thailand where we wrote love poems on the table sheet and I tasted the best fried catfish ever.
Surin of Thailand is located in a fairly lively area of Atlanta. It reminds me of the region just outside the UC in Berkeley, California. A mix of residential with bars and pubs, restaurants appealing to all income levels and a yarn shop. On this night, the place was jumpin', jumpin'. We waited at the bar for our party of ten drinking cocktails and solving the problems of the world. It was a terribly grown up occasion as we argued the validity of societal definitions of gender and the dilemma a pro-choice gynecologist faces when performing an abortion on a patient who's had seven such procedures in the past five years. The couples at the table discussed how they came to meet and date. We tasted each other's dinner selections and I vowed to order the lemon snapper on my next visit (it was tasty as hell).
Sweets wasn't the only one celebrating his birthday. We had a fine time laughing at the antics of the party sitting near the window. One of the birthday girl's friends gave what she described as a "recession gift." It was pretty much a street performance on the sidewalk outside the restaurant including spirited marching back and forth and the relentless swirling of a silver hula hoop. Soon thereafter, our waiter delivered Sweets' ice cream cake with 3 and 1 candles atop. Speeches were given, photos were taken and hugs were passed all around. Lovely. Lovely indeed.
On this first day of spring, the weather was even warmer than expected. Fond memories include breakfast in bed, music in every room of the house, birthday wishes, plantains and chicken patties from the Jamaican spot and much, much laughter. Getting older is sweet. As the years pass, there is a deeper appreciation for the simple things instead of a hot pursuit of what one thinks is important. We forgive ourselves for how misinformed we were in the past. We look forward to learning how little we actually know.
In preparation of Sweets' birthday dinner at Surin of Thailand, we made the typical birthday rounds. Haircut at the barber and detailing of the car to insure proper cityscape flossin'. At the car wash, I saw one of the most amazing things ever. We dropped off the car, watched it move through the water and brushes and then arrived in the lobby to find other patrons intently watching Michelle Obama discussing implications of the new White House vegetable garden. I can't recall the last time I ever saw such a mix of people at a car wash on one accord like that.
The last time I was in Atlanta, Sweets and I enjoyed a quiet lunch at Surin of Thailand where we wrote love poems on the table sheet and I tasted the best fried catfish ever. Surin of Thailand is located in a fairly lively area of Atlanta. It reminds me of the region just outside the UC in Berkeley, California. A mix of residential with bars and pubs, restaurants appealing to all income levels and a yarn shop. On this night, the place was jumpin', jumpin'. We waited at the bar for our party of ten drinking cocktails and solving the problems of the world. It was a terribly grown up occasion as we argued the validity of societal definitions of gender and the dilemma a pro-choice gynecologist faces when performing an abortion on a patient who's had seven such procedures in the past five years. The couples at the table discussed how they came to meet and date. We tasted each other's dinner selections and I vowed to order the lemon snapper on my next visit (it was tasty as hell).
Sweets wasn't the only one celebrating his birthday. We had a fine time laughing at the antics of the party sitting near the window. One of the birthday girl's friends gave what she described as a "recession gift." It was pretty much a street performance on the sidewalk outside the restaurant including spirited marching back and forth and the relentless swirling of a silver hula hoop. Soon thereafter, our waiter delivered Sweets' ice cream cake with 3 and 1 candles atop. Speeches were given, photos were taken and hugs were passed all around. Lovely. Lovely indeed. 
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