Yo Birthday

Birthdays are a funny thing. There's all the anticipation of it arriving, and then the pressure to the day. Given that Christmas celebrations tend to overshadow any glimpse of birthdays in December (gifts arriving on time, availability to attend parties, etc) I've taken to just celebrating the whole month. Whenever a package arrives, I'll open it.

This year we celebrated the day before my birthday this year, December 19th. We went out into central London for the day--brunch at Rick's, Clapham Common, Somerset House Super Christmas Market, lunch at Wahaca (oh, Wahaca, I love thee), Where the Wild Things Are at the Cinema, ending with the Brighton Gay Men's Chorus (with sister-in-law, Erica, performing too!) at the Barbican theatre. A fantastically long day.

Then I woke up Sunday to get ready for work and Alex ill over the toilet. For as much as I wanted to feel differently, for a slight moment, it was an anticlimax. And the day was still beautiful. After work, we went for drinks with two of my closest friends in London. Twenty-Five, 25. A quarter of a century.