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Mon Anniversaire
Well, I have a misfortune and a fortune. And a TON of French pastries in the fridge.
Well, for my birthday my mother, Amy, Linda, Marsha and I (those are my mother's friends and my 'sister' Amy) all went to San Remo's in Woodbury. It's this great Italian restaurant. The pizza is just amazing. It's Marsha's birthday tomorrow, so we celebrated that too :)
Amy picked me up around 15 minutes past (PAST, not a QUARTER TO - A QUARTER AFTER, Mel) and we drove to go pick up her mother from work. Linda works at Timex as an accountant. So Amy and I talked and Amy told me about the mice in the attic (eek!) and the traps her dad put down (ekk!) Anyway, on the way to the restaurant, Amy took a wrong turn and we found ourselves staring at a French bakery. So we popped in and ordered a few different pastries for tea after the restaurant - namely, gateau de chocolat, tira miseu, and tarte de fruit. Then Linda and Amy nipped into the wineshop next door and got a bit of wine. ;)
The restaurant was great - we ordered two pizzas, one red and one white - and I got my presents. *squee!* Linda gave me a lovely bit of money, and Marsha gave me a small wallet, a mood ring, a crystal, and a strange Australian egg. I always keep the cards Marsha gives me too - they're Blue-Moon style cards. It's sort of strange, because she always chooses things that Lena would choose. Sometimes I worry if she confuses me with Lena - even though I spent more time with Amy, I am more like Lena. The Wiccan hippie artist, which is strange since Amy is a rich prep. They're so different, but they were such good friends.
Anyway so we came home afterwards and had tea and pastries, which were scrumptious, and halfway through, when everyone is giggling and joking like crazy, I get a telephone call.
Get this: it's Will. He's asking me to play tennis with him next week. See, last night, we were talking about tennis since he is taking lessons. I played with my dad for a bit last year because dad bought me a raquet for my birthday when I turned 14. And the only thing I really understood was serving. Will was having trouble with serving, so I sort of helped him out and now he thinks I am an amazing tennis guru-girl. Which is both funny and tongue-in-cheek but I only sort of play tennis. I didn't lie to him, he just...received the wrong impression. I didn't perpetuate this idea at all. But he's got this sort of macho thing, so if I suck and he's better he'll like that. I suppose.
That was my misfortune. I told my mother and she just burst out laughing. Which is rather harsh of her since I did play a bit of tennis a while ago. But I'm not that comfortable on a court, really.
I wonder what Chris would think of this. I mentioned that to Amy, and she said, "Well, he's in England." So.
But there is French pastries and pizza for breakfast tomorrow. My mother wants me to go to a work-party with her at her boss's house, and I have been instructed to bake a cake. THAT ought to be interesting.
And my father called telling me to go visit Grandma because she had my birthday gift, and she told us all these stories about the Depression and the war. Mom says I should record these and organize these old photos she has into a scrapbook - she's going to be 90 this year, you know.
So..........................................Bon Anniversaire!
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