The thing about birthdays is that they come around every year (usually, at least). Since the last post, there have been four . . . four . . . in that time span. Gus turned five on the 8th, Betty and Veronica turned 19 on the 15th, and SK turned another year older today (truthfully, he turned 35). And the thing about birthdays and blogs is that once you've extolled the virtues of the person in question, you've pretty much said it all. That being said, I'm pretty sure that everyone had a happy birthday although I wasn't with any of them when they celebrated it.
This is the first year that the Girls and I have been apart for their big day. Sure I posted birthday wishes on Veronica's Facebook wall and texted them much love and affection, but it's just kind of weird celebrating without them. I did, however, use their birthday as a chance to grab a burrito at Moe's and some ice cream at Baskin-Robbins afterward. For some reason, I wanted Chocolate Mousse and World Class Chocolate on the day of their birth, and the Flyer was a very obliging husband-to-be at that point and trudged off to B-R to grab me two scoops before he went to work. Six hours later, the Girls made their debut. For the record, he suggested Baskin-Robbins on their birthday . . . but I happily went along for the ride.
Since we weren't with the girls for their actual birthday, we celebrated a week early in Philadelphia. Prior to them attending Temple, Philly was the forgotten city for me. I went there rarely, cursed every minute of the travel, and couldn't figure out what all the hub-bub was about. In November 2008, my girlfriend Mary and I saw Kings of Leon at the Electric Factory, and she made it her goal to make me love the city. I'll have to admit, the flirtation with the City of Brotherly Love might have begun that evening. Of course, with all things romantic, it could have been the alcohol. I texted her last weekend and told her that I was giving the Flyer the abbreviated Mary tour of Old City. We walked a fair bit (translation: a lot) and then popped in to Triumph for dinner and drinks, but the Girls and their sweeties met us later that night at the Franklin Fountain for ice cream.
The next morning, we checked out early and walked and walked and walked. The nice part about where we were was even with lots of walking, you never really felt tired. So, one water bottle, two pairs of Toms, an Etsy shirt, some Starbucks cards, and cash for a new tattoo later, the girls went on their merry little way to their first birthday without us. Lucky for them, their friends thought of cupcakes . . . and I got my World Class Chocolate.
The knitting is slow going. Whereas Mabel started out like gang busters, I've started up an affair with the treadmill . . . so far, it's been fairly discrete, but I sense things getting more serious in the next few days. Don't worry, Knitting, I'll be back in no time.
Ava, who's pretty sure she has a sister out there