It’s Jane’s birthday, so y’all get as much cake as you want, it’s your favorite kind, and it’s all calorie free.
I’ve been wondering what I wanted to say on my birthday (other than FREE CAKE, always wanted to do that). I’m still wondering. Which, unfortunately for your boredom level, means free association.
Shaun will take me out to dinner to any place I want to go. Anywhere. I’m a sucker for the little black dress, which means A Little Black Dress Restaurant. Why on earth do I collect cocktail dresses? Who really uses more than one or two?
Last time we went shopping, Daisy had to pull me away from the cocktail dress section: “I don’t think we really need another cocktail dress to wear to the feed store, do you? Jeans, Jane. You need JEANS.” It was kind of this layered, iridescent lavender chiffony type number, with a V neck and a nice Old Lady Upper Arms capped sleeve. Perfect. For that corporate party I’ll never attend. Dang. Why does she have to be right?
It’s my birthday! I can wear my little black dress and heels, pile up my hair, put on makeup, and Go Out. Uh-Huh.
Where do I really want to eat? The taco place in the mall. I love their enchiladas. Lots of good memories there. We go often in the summer with the kids: Micah picks up Chinese from the food court upstairs, Lee-Lee vacillates between tacos and chow mein, and we all meet in the taco shop and eat together.
Yes. I have accidentally had a taco with soy sauce on it. Weird, but not too bad. Those little foil packets squirt everywhere when you try to open them. I stopped wearing anything white to the taco shop long ago.
So I’m about to put on a pair of cute jeans, and head out to the mall for my birthday dinner at the Taco Shop. Shaun is trying not to cringe: “Um, honey, is this really where you want to go? What about that Italian place? We can go somewhere fancy!”
It is really where I want to go. Despite the last longing look into my closet at the cocktail dresses.
It feels like family. It feels like togetherness and fun, summer and romance (we used to eat together there, Shaun and I, before the kids came along). It feels like what birthdays are supposed to be about.