I am on day three of my birthday celebration and I’m aiming to extend it into the weekend. Unlike celebrations of, say, 30 years ago, this does not mean I’ve spent the last several days on a drunken bender, staying up all night partying and sleeping the day away (not that I did that when I was 24 either, having two young children and being a relatively responsible mother).
My actual birthday was on Wednesday. which was also the day of our (Desert Valley) League cross country finals. I did manage to make time in the morning for a bike ride and had a lovely 20 mile ride in the (finally) cool weather, before having to get ready for the meet.
Alan and I decided that I would drive my own car to Lake Cahuilla, which is where the meet was being held. Then I could 1) Find our favorite spot and hold it and 2) Go directly home after the meet to check on the dogs. That way, we didn’t have to worry leaving the dogs too long and I got to avoid yet another school bus ride.
I arrived at the lake at about 11:30. The races started at 1:00, and I expected the team to arrive around 11:45. When they did, I could tell that they had something up their sleeves. They seemed to be exchanging glances and doing a lot of whispering between themselves. All became clear when a young man, who I will call “the clueless one,” spoke up: Who are we singing Happy Birthday to?By the time were were home from the meet, it was close to 6:00 and I was tired. I’d been out in the sun all day, running around,
yelling at coaching the team. It seemed easier to roast some asparagus and grill some tofu than to go out. So, being the birthday girl, I decided that I would hold off the celebration until the following day.
The next day I had to work, of course. Somehow, word had spread, so I received lots of birthday wishes from both members and my staff. In fact, when I came out from teaching my Super Ball class, I was greeted with another round of the Birthday song, flowers, a card, and best of all, a vegan mocha cake that one of my coworkers, Megan, had baked for me.
This year for my birthday present, I requested that Alan accompany me to Macy’s and help me pick out a “Mother of the Groom” dress. My son is getting married in a couple weeks, and I had not managed this yet, so it seemed like a perfect solution for getting it done. We headed off to the mall when I got home from work. Now, I don’t know if it was because Alan was with me, or just luck, but, after trying on only four dresses, I found one that I loved. I’m saving it for the wedding, though, so you’ll just have to wait to see.
Finally, we were ready for the birthday dinner. Where else, but Native Foods. These days, we have to drive all the way to Palm Springs, because the Palm Desert location is closed (apparently permanently, irregardless of assurances that they were looking for a larger location). In spite of my annoyance at the misleading promises from NF, I still love their food. And they are the only vegan restaurant in the desert. So, after our shopping trip, we headed to Palm Springs.
We had a very nice meal there. Excuse the phone photos, I forgot my camera. We started off with the nachos, always delicious. I had my longtime favorite, the Gyro Bowl, and Alan had the Twister Wrap, blackened. We skipped dessert, because we knew that we had that homemade mocha cake waiting for us at home.
So, onto Friday, the third day of my birthday celebration. Of course, I had to work. My back has been bothering me, so after work, I stopped by the chiropractor, then headed home for lunch and a quick change. Friday afternoon was day one of my Pilates Reformer Level 1 class (which I will report on soon), which was scheduled until about 7:00.
Afterwards, I headed over to Thai Smile in Rancho Mirage, to meet Alan and my son, David for yet another birthday dinner. I love Thai Smile, and in spite of my best intentions, almost always end up ordering the same thing, the masaman curry with tofu. Alan almost always orders the tofu pad thai. So we ordered “the usual.” I won’t mention David’s meal, since it involved dead fish and stuff. Our food was delicious, and best of all, my son picked up the tab!
So, that was the birthday triathlon, three days, three celebrations. I loved spending time with my family. Good thing, because this weekend I am closed up with my Pilates class, coming home at night exhausted (although I did manage to finish this post!).
I have been writing this post over the course of the last two days, filling it in during breaks of my class, and finally finishing it Saturday night after dinner. Because of that, it has a kind of staccato, broken up feel to it, for which I apologize. Forgive me. Give the old gal a break, huh?