My birthday was phenomenal.
It started out with presents. As I later talked to Naomi about, we're a family of impatient larks, so we always (with the exception of Christmas Eve) open presents at the crack of dawn. Because of Mason's ridiculous school start time this means I opened my presents at 5:15 am, which is technically pre-the crack of-dawn.
My family bought me a blank journal (one of the things you can NEVER SCREW UP by giving me. That, and art supplies,) and manga. Inside the cover of Blue Exorcist #1 was a gift certificate to B&N, which, in essence, was a gift certificate for MORE MANGA.
Then, after dropping everyone off at their respective places, I stopped by my favorite St. Paul coffee shop, Claddaugh, and the barista told me it was on the house because they knew it was my birthday (tbf, I was there the day before talking about it, because had to hang around for several hours to take Shawn to her MRI.) But, hey, it really doesn't get much better for me to get a free fancy latte. It was my favorite kind, a "Black and Tan" which is horrible for my personal Irish politics, but is actually what is, in most places, called a meil or a Vienna (a honeyed latte, Viennas will also have cinnimon. I like them both equally well, and Mary, the barista, makes a mean Black and Tan.)
So, with that in hand, I headed home wrote up a chapter of Tate's WIP, "Mending Fences
." (This came out, as well: "Post-Apocalyptic Pizza
") And, just as I was putting finishing touches on that, my friend Naomi called to ask if it was okay to drop-by. She handed me an absolute PERFECT birthday card and ended up staying and chatting for a really long time about all the things.
We chatted until I had to leave for my lunch date with Shawn where we went out to one of my favorite Mexican buffets on the West Side, called Boca Chica. It's cheap and is the kind of place where, to be grossly general, a lot of office ladies seem to go to have cocktails with their cheap buffet. However, that's a huge part of its charm, IMHO. Plus, it's owned by a Mexican family and the food is authentic and very, very yummy.
Plus, I've long loved food out. Though I love to cook and probably, ultimately would prefer a home cooked meal, I really love the dinning out experience. Maybe because we don't do it a lot and it's kind of luxury? Anyway, it was fun and, of course, Shawn is excellent company and has been for the last 30 years.
After that we rolled home (having eaten one after dinner mint too much), I napped. Then, we picked up the boy and headed out to B&N to cash in my gift card for manga. I decided to fill out some of my blank spaces in Bleach, so I bought as many as my card would cover. Then, I headed off to my very last Japanese class. I bought a bunch of Japanese snacks/candy at the Mall, so I laid them out for everyone to enjoy as part of my birthday. This worked out well because one of the projects we did was origami so we folded paper, chatted, and ate Every Burgers.
I was particularly pleased to introduce Tetsuya-sensei to Every Burgers, because not only are they delicious, they are one of those things you read about on-line as "weird Japanese candies" and, given that he was born and raised there, I was like, "Ha! And they said anime would teach me nothing!" (which, btw, is a long standing joke in my class.)
Even though class is officially over, we're meeting at Tonpopo, next week which I'm really looking forward to. Should be a blast.
So that was my day. I came home to a hot bath and manga. Life is good for the 47 year olds.
I mean, really, one of the things that occurred to me is that I've been living happily on coffee and comic books since I was about 15. It's nice to know that some of the same things still give me so much pleasure.