Like the Olympics, last night I had a fantastic dinner and dancing birthday party to conclude two solid weeks of birthday cebrations. That’s the upside for me; the down side for you is I’m too tired to write about it today, so you’ll have to wait till next week for all the gory details. All I will say is the reports of police intervention are highly exaggerated. They were perfectly nice and understanding.
I will also say turning 50 was way better than when I turned 30 and decided it would be “fun” to have a bump on my occipital bone removed on my birthday. You know, as a funny story to tell. Being a writer can sometimes work against me. Anyway, I’m much wiser now and will regale you with it all next week!