cluster luck

On Mar 3, our friend I.E. turns 50. On Mar 4, I turn 60. On Mar 5th, Dr. J. turns 80. On Mar 8, DB turns 65. We used to get together with the usual suspects and have a Big Pisces Party. But Dr J is in Denver and I'll be somewhere over the international date line, and DB will probably be at the beach, so DH and I are headed over to IE's house tonight for a smaller Big Pisces Party. We are taking 2 lbs of See's chocolates, 18 goldy-orange roses, and a very dashing new golf shirt. Since it's his fiftieth, I also stuck in a handful of gold foil-wrapped chocolate coins, and wrapped the presents with gold paper and gold ribbon. My inner magpie is quite pleased with the sparkle.

What this dinner is going to do to my diet, I can't begin to guess. It took me all of last week to recover from the knitter's tea, and even at that I was up two tenths of a pound. Well, I'll just have to walk more to make up for it. That's it! I'll just get more exercise! (Are you buying this? I mean, if you believe that I'm actually going to - shudder - exercise, then you might be interested in buying the ocean-front property I own in Idaho.)

We went to the mall to get the chocolates. It's a gorgeous sunny day! So why is every teeny bopper in two counties hanging out indoors at the mall? Why are they not walking hand in hand in the sunshine and stealing forbidden kisses 'neath the blossoming cherry trees? Why are they surging in packs between the Gap and American Eagle Outfitters with segues into Abercrombie and Fitch, or posing in attitudes of profound ennui over their lattes at the food court? I never have "gotten" the whole concept of "cool." Of course, no boys ever asked me out while I was in highschool, either, but that may have had something to do with being 6 ft tall, or perhaps the fact that I went to an all-girl school had something to do with it.

I was never asked out by any guy I shared a class with in college. I'm SO glad DH likes his women intelligent and bold. I can't fake stupid and shy.