Clearly I wasn’t blogging, huh? That’s because I was too busy having way too much fun. We spent a couple of nights in San Francisco for my birthday and got upgraded to a fabulous suite. We used a gift certificate from a couple of birthdays ago to dine at my favorite Italian restaurant, walking distance from our hotel. We woke up to a view of the sunrise over he Bay Bridge.
Doug’s and my parents came for Christmas and we played Texas Hold ‘Em after dinner. I did not win.
I saw my first 3D movie, The Life of Pi, and I finished reading The God of Small Things. As soon as I read the last page I started it all over again. I was eager to see what happened in the story the first time through, but I wanted to go back and luxuriate over the beautiful writing the second time. I’m retired. I have time for that.
I spent hours at my neighbor’s house enjoying the company of their kitty, Coco, while they were out of town. I even worked in a few yoga classes. Have I mentioned that when I’m driving home from yoga, I’m so relaxed I kind of feel like I’m driving drunk? That’s exactly why I got lost driving home a few weeks ago and then caused a fender-bender on my way home from class a week later. In my state of relaxedness I made a lane change into the car next to me. Ok, so that part of my Christmas vacation wasn’t so good.
I returned to San Francisco for a friend’s sweet-sixteen gala including Texas Hold ‘Em after dinner. I did win. We rang in the New Year with another of my favorite families and their crazy dog who is afraid to walk on my hardwood floors. More poker, more losing. Good thing we don’t use real money.
And my most recent ex-employer invited us to join them for the office Christmas party. This was not your standard holiday party. A Hummer limo picked the 11 of us up in the afternoon to drive us to cocktails at the Cliff House in San Francisco, where we drank martinis, ate truffle fries, and watched the sun set over the Pacific. The limo then deposited us downtown for a gourmet Chinese dinner in a private room paired with too many lovely wines. We were then chauffeured to Japantown for some late-night Karaoke. The last stop for a nightcap at a Castro piano bar is the one that did me in. The next day, my actual birthday, was a very low energy day. I felt all of my 49 years and then some.
So during this, my 50th year, I’m looking forward to learning to play jazz piano, making a greater contribution to my volunteer gig, and maybe even cutting down on my addiction to cable news shows, we’ll see how that one goes. And of course the age-old resolution to get really fit. This year it's so that I’ll look good in a bathing suit when I celebrate my 50th birthday on a beach somewhere in Mexico.
Happy New Year everyone, hope your 2013 is the best yet.
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