Summer birthdays are always a little problematic. When I was a kid, it meant I didn't get recognized on a school day. It often meant I was visiting my grandmother in Utah on my birthday (which actually meant an awesome cake from Roe's Bake Shoppe in Payson); it meant friends at home were often on vacation.
|The most beautiful cakes in the world. Look at those daffodils!|
Some birthdays are better than others. Last year's was not so good. I ended up doing something I thought would be easier for the kids, when all I really wanted to do was go to the movies and watch the Bill Cunningham documentary. I did, however, go to the Momofuku Noodle Bar last year which was super fun, and we ended up getting caught in a downpour on our way home. Sometimes my children are cranky on my birthday and are not feeling generous. A few years ago, they were horrified that I insisted on riding the carousel in Bryant Park with them on my birthday. Sometimes it's hard to share my birthday with my family who never--there's no way they can--feel as profoundly about my birthday as I do.
My best birthday was a surprise birthday party held in Salt Lake City on my 42nd birthday. Lara was there. It still ranks as one of the best nights of my life.
So, as this year's birthday looms, I'm not sure what to do for it. I'm sad that I'm so far away from my friends in the west, people who have been long meaningful for me. Sigh.
What did you do on your birthday this year? What will you do?
Anyway, here's today's birthday boy, Mick. This video's from my favorite Rolling Stone era: early '70s Exile on Main Street:
And Lara, I forgot to acknowledge another July birthday sister this month. My screwed-up, tight place girl, Courtney turned 48 on July 9: