The Birthdays

Jeff and I told Kim that if she made ice cream for the birthday party (hers and her dad’s), we’d pick her up in the city instead of from the train station in Yardley.  She made sour cream chamomile ice cream and blueberry sorbet.  These would complement the chocolate cake that Keith and I made.  Jeff, Keith and I had dinner at Pietro’s on South Street and then met Kim at her apartment.  We packed her ice cream in ice and headed home for the rest of the evening’s festivities.

  

Jeff noted that a lot of “crappy stuff” happened this year.  I recalled that he was the only one at last year’s party who didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.  Kim remembered that we had served Tastykake krimpets at the hospital.  I remembered that Kim and I left the hospital and went to Pietro’s to celebrate her birthday while the rest of Jeff’s new marrow flowed into him.  Funny!  It was by chance that we’d eaten at the same restaurant this year – this time with Jeff.  What a difference a year makes!

We enjoyed our ice cream and cake (one pink candle representing Jeff’s year-old marrow and two yellow candles for the 26-year-old) under the chili pepper lights in the screen house and then we headed for the hot tub.  Some of our neighbors set off illegal fireworks – a regular holiday occurrence which ordinarily irritates me.  Tonight, between the joy of our celebration and the serenity of the hot tub, the fireworks seemed appropriate.  Even Giblet was in a Zen state and was not overly bothered by the noise.  Fun was had by all!