Thursday and Friday we had our friend Allison as a house guest -- of course I kept calling her Kato Kaelin. Luckily no wives or waiters were murdered during her stay. She's helping Wifey decorate and organize -- the latter a herculean task. Several years ago, the Ds tried, and removed 4 hefty bags worth of 1980s era workout outfits. Wifey was very angry. She has issues.
Allison likes to drink, and I don't drink alone, so there were cocktails both nights -- going hard, as the millennials say, on Friday. We turned our Zoom with Eric, Dana, Barry, and Donna into a more lively than normal virtual party -- so much that Barry checked in on me Saturday am. Nah -- my secret is only vodka -- never a hangover.
Allison bolted Saturday am -- to check on her declining Dad, who is 91. He's a great guy -- lives on the very street D2 and Jonathan just bought their house -- but time's chariot has caught up with Sy, unfortunately.
We had plans for a Full Squad dinner at the Palm for my 62nd, but D1 caught a bug again, and so it was just the four of us. They bought me my favorite gift -- an arm of Stoli Elit, and that ended up being the basis for a "Curb" like moment at the end of the evening.
We toasted, and savored the steaks -- what a contrast to the crappy Perry's the week before. Our server was great, heavily NY accented, per normal at The Palm, and we truly feasted -- talking about the new house, and upcoming trip for the young-uns.
After carrot and cheesecake, it was time to go, and we gathered on the small porch to wait for the valets. D2 needed cash for their car, and I handed her the heavy vodka bottle. I noticed she was struggling a bit, and just then, an older lady with ponderous bat wings, for some reason in a sleeveless dress, walked out. As she passed, I said to D2 "Heavy arm, right?" The patron looked at me with great anger, thinking I was making fun of her. I stumbled and pointed to D2 -- "Oh no -- heavy ARM of vodka!" But I still got the stinkeye. Jonathan I stifled laughter. This one will become family lore, along with the time Wifey thought a Spanish accented waited was saying "Feesh" instead of "Quiche" and inadvertently insulted him.
Hey -- it happens.
Wifey drove us home, though I went less hard than Friday. I like to drink but remain somewhat of a lightweight -- I simply can't take alcohol more than a few nights in a row. I guess my aging liver appreciates it.
I think this afternoon we'll head back North -- to spell D1 and Joey for awhile with the energetic toddler. He's hilarious -- goes and goes -- Energizer bunny-like, until he literally keels over at the end of the day. In other words, thankfully a normal little boy.
Tomorrow evening we're headed to the South Dade JCC -- a place so much a part of the Ds childhoods, and where we haven't been in a decade. There's a memorial service for my friend Yossi's father Meir, who died last month.
Rabbi Meir was high up in the Chabad heirarchy -- a rabbi known to all -- and I assume there'll be tons of folks there. I'm sure the visit to the J will bring back memories of pick up/drop off at Summer camp -- for so many years. And now we help do that with a grandson. Sunrise;sunset.
Tuesday is my actual birthday -- but no big whoop. I plan to get my haircut, work out, and then fetch the grandson at school -- for eye cream afterwards.
So another trip around the sun comes to an end, soon. And I, like my late friend and mentor Judge Murray Meyerson, have no just complaints.
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