like a record, baby–

i had a birthday on the weekend–45.  it sounds like one of those fake ages, when the author is too lame to come up with something more distinctive or a witness is estimating.  but, here i am!  45 years old.

it’s been a pleasant, celebratory passing of the year.  lots of eating–all my favorite spots in the neighborhood, boogaloos for potatoes, udupi palace, regent thai, lots and lots of mitchell’s ice cream.

quiet.