On the C here I come
Every now and then certain sights and smells will elicit specific memories. I can’t quite put my finger (or nose) on it, but when I stepped out to lunch, in addition to being the warmest day we’ve had in what feels like forever, I caught a whiff of something that made me pine for one of my favorite pastimes in the world: Sitting outside drinking at bars in Alphabet City on beautiful spring/summer days.It was a nice moment, and made me realize that despite living in a disgusting, seemingly sub-zero climate for the last month, we’re almost at the good stuff.
Oh, and by the way, happy birthday to me.
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posted by LA at 3:56 PM
8 Comments:
Happy Birthday! We are having birthday cakes at work today for all the people who have birthdays in February. I'll think of you at 3pm when I'm eating some cake.
Happy birtday to you indeed.
See you there.
...in hell of course.
Wow, aviator glasses AND a hilarious t-shirt? You may be getting older, but you're still stuck in high school. Congrats!
Happy Birthday to me too! I'm 27 now and closing in on 30 - yes it freakin' sucks - but at least you'll always be behind me on that!
Happy Birthday Kid!
Happy birthday.
Your post made me so nostalgic. I used to love nothing more than sitting outside in the afternoon at a bar somewhere--anywhere really (I'm a drunk)--and drinking through the night.
Awesome shirt, I have the same one! :) Long live Oregon Trail.
Happy birthday, dude.
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