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Okay, so who's the meanie who rained on my parade uh ... birthday today? Don't you think you got more than a little carried away? Sheesh. I think the universe needs some help with anger management. Because this weather is so unexpectedly wild for this time of year. And any balloons would surely be blown far, far away!
Anyway, I was lucky enough to sleep from 7 until 9 a.m. And then it was time for my birthday brekkie (that just happened to be my Friday brekkie, salmon and rice in lemon sauce). I finally finished reading some nostalgic erotica. [I know: SUCH a hardship. NOT!] In the afternoon, I finally had my big treat for the day. On a platter, I set out smoked salmon, a sliced tomato, sliced avocado, two slices of fresh rye bread, black pitted olives, soft butter and gravlax sauce. Then I opened a bottle of sparkling Brut Rosé. Unfortunately all of my flutes were in storage (I thought I had at least a couple of the cheap ones here), but I made do with a tulip shaped glass.
Oh, everything was delish. I also had some of my banana split flavour ice cream. While I was still under the influence, I'd thought of listening to either the Berlioz Requiem (because I performed it) or Mahler's Resurrection Symphony (because I listened to it after an eye-opening erotic interlude 40 years ago). Both are quite ... uh ... loud and long. But - despite my history with both works - I didn't know whether I could remain engaged in just using my ears. So I decided to watch 1977s The Turning Point with Baryshnikov. I couldn't care less about the soap opera plot (with Shirley Maclaine and Anne Bancroft), but the dancing was marvellous. As it turns out, Baryshnikov and I share an ailment in common, namely arthritis of the spine. So it's at least a wonderful thing that I do have samples of his dancing brilliance saved for posterity.
After that, I really needed a nap to sleep away some of the tipsy effects of the wine. I set the alarm for three hours, but just managed two.
I totally avoided the SGA rewatch on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sga_squee as the episode was another Lucius one, Irresponsible. ::shudders:: Ugh. There was NO way I was going to contaminate my birthday with the Pest. Of. Pegasus. Mind you, I will end up watching, probably on Monday, just to maintain a perfect attendance and commenting record.
It was lovely to see how many people left me birthday greetings (mostly on FB). One of my friends kindly knocked off twenty years from my age! Brian sent me an adorable e-card with lovely fairies in it! Anyway, I can't wait for the dinner in my honour at his place tomorrow evening. Yay for good food, fun and friendship! And, on that positive note, I think I'm going to go away now, possibly to bed. I want to preserve the no-foot-pain part of the day (from the wine???) for as long as possible.
Anyway, I was lucky enough to sleep from 7 until 9 a.m. And then it was time for my birthday brekkie (that just happened to be my Friday brekkie, salmon and rice in lemon sauce). I finally finished reading some nostalgic erotica. [I know: SUCH a hardship. NOT!] In the afternoon, I finally had my big treat for the day. On a platter, I set out smoked salmon, a sliced tomato, sliced avocado, two slices of fresh rye bread, black pitted olives, soft butter and gravlax sauce. Then I opened a bottle of sparkling Brut Rosé. Unfortunately all of my flutes were in storage (I thought I had at least a couple of the cheap ones here), but I made do with a tulip shaped glass.
Oh, everything was delish. I also had some of my banana split flavour ice cream. While I was still under the influence, I'd thought of listening to either the Berlioz Requiem (because I performed it) or Mahler's Resurrection Symphony (because I listened to it after an eye-opening erotic interlude 40 years ago). Both are quite ... uh ... loud and long. But - despite my history with both works - I didn't know whether I could remain engaged in just using my ears. So I decided to watch 1977s The Turning Point with Baryshnikov. I couldn't care less about the soap opera plot (with Shirley Maclaine and Anne Bancroft), but the dancing was marvellous. As it turns out, Baryshnikov and I share an ailment in common, namely arthritis of the spine. So it's at least a wonderful thing that I do have samples of his dancing brilliance saved for posterity.
After that, I really needed a nap to sleep away some of the tipsy effects of the wine. I set the alarm for three hours, but just managed two.
I totally avoided the SGA rewatch on
sga_squee as the episode was another Lucius one, Irresponsible. ::shudders:: Ugh. There was NO way I was going to contaminate my birthday with the Pest. Of. Pegasus. Mind you, I will end up watching, probably on Monday, just to maintain a perfect attendance and commenting record.It was lovely to see how many people left me birthday greetings (mostly on FB). One of my friends kindly knocked off twenty years from my age! Brian sent me an adorable e-card with lovely fairies in it! Anyway, I can't wait for the dinner in my honour at his place tomorrow evening. Yay for good food, fun and friendship! And, on that positive note, I think I'm going to go away now, possibly to bed. I want to preserve the no-foot-pain part of the day (from the wine???) for as long as possible.
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- celebration,
- chosen family,
- food,
- friends,
- life,
- movies,
- music,
- nostalgia,
- reading,
- sleep,
- storm
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*confetti*
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So ... Berfday??? A new speeling I had not yet encountered. I must add it to my HelenkaLexicon!!!
Thanks for the confetti which I love and haven't experienced since ye olde Rocky Horror days.
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;D
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But it's lovely to hear from you. I'm not surprised to see that you're so busy. Hope everyone including the bunnykin is doing well.
{{{{{hugs-a-lot}}}}}