Another Milestone

 So Wifey was in the highest of spirits, as her BFF of all time Edna jetted into town to celebrate a milestone birthday. I'm not allowed to ever mention the age of Wifey or her friends, even when reaching that age qualifies them for Medicare, so I won't.

But Edna and Marc checked into the W on Miami Beach, and we headed over on Friday. They had a gorgeous suite overlooking the pool and ocean -- at a nightly cost that was far more than the monthly mortgage payments of our first two houses. But the two girls who met in Canarsie, as true children of working class Jews, were most grateful to acknowledge how far they had come.

We drank, and talked, and I FaceTimed some friends so they could share in the birthday greetings -- something Wifey got annoyed with, but it turned out fine. Part of a successful long term marriage is constant annoyance, it turns out -- and after drinks we headed to the lobby to the restaurant creatively named "The Restuarant At The W."

Saturday we had plans for a sail, but threatening weather put the kibbosh on that, and so Wifey hastily arranged a small surprise for Edna -- having their fellow Canarsie met friend Jeannette and Miami friends David and Maureen head over for some sandwiches and wine. I stayed home and had a blissful Saturday -- watching many college football games, where none included the Canes losing, as they had a bye week.

Sunday it was back to the beach. Wifey couldn't find Edna and Marc at the hotel, so as she went on her search, I headed to the bar, called the Living Room. I had one martini -- $26, but, as the tattooed bartender cheerfully said "that includes a service charge."

Wifey and Edna met me, and I tried to make a joke to the bartender about how she signals men at the bar when she senses the women who sit with them appear to bring great danger, but the joke went over like a lead balloon. Oh well.

We headed later to South Pointe, and Smith and Wollensky. It was a magical night, with a bright orange sunset over the City, and cruise ships slicing by through Government Cut, including the Scarlet Lady from Virgin. We feasted, and toasted, and I think Edna appreciated a proper celebration of her birthday.

D2 and Jonathan had hosted a get together, and D2 texted asking our whereabouts -- 10:30 p.m. on a school night. I told her it was the Beach traffic, which it was. Driving there includes dodging tipsy tourists from Atlanta and Detroit. I helped Wifey navigate the drive.

More big meals await. D1 and Joey noted they hadn't seen D2 and Jonathan since August, and so we have plans to meet Friday at Christy's in the Gables. I may pre game with my Zoom crowd before we leave.

And Saturday, our old sister of another mister Allison has invited Wifey, Patricia, Paul, and me to see her house in Cooper City. The plan is for cocktails there, and then an Uber over to the Hard Rock compound not too far away, and a restaurant called Council Oaks -- the steakhouse there.

The Canes are playing away Saturday, and we ought to be able to catch the end of the game from Allison's house -- but Paul and I fully expect them to lose. Such is their disappointing season.

But it's ok. The Plague seems on the decline, at least here, and little by little life seems to be coming back to normal. 

And for Edna, she made it to a wonderful place in life, and we were happy to be along for the ride.