I’m just going to assume “prelated” is a word. Whatever. This weekend I went to Kansas City to do some shopping, see my newest nephew, and celebrate my birthday with my family.
Mom & Dad came up with my car, which had been at home ever since I came back to school on the 3rd of January — the single longest span of time I’ve been away from my car, ever. It had a pretty major problem with some part whose name I don’t even know, and so we had it replaced at some import car place around LaHarpe. And if you know anything about La Harpe, it’s that “import cars” doesn’t really make sense around there. But they got the job done I guess, and it runs pretty nicely. It smells like cow poo, I fucking kid you not, but that’s to be expected, I suppose.
So we swapped cars (I’d been driving her VW Bug for the past 3 weeks and, quite frankly, was almost getting over the embarassment) and did a bunch of shopping at the mall. For my birthday, we went suit shopping at Banana Republic and I got a beautiful brown striped suit, a shirt, and a couple new ties. We also had to get me some brown dress shoes, since that’s what a brown suit calls for. All these incidentals, just for buying a brown suit, geez. I also got a Tumi garment bag, a replacement of a Christmas present gone awry. So for shopping, it was a quite fruitful day!
Then, to “celebrate” the birthday, we went to Macaroni Grill and had dinner. Sarah joined us for the whole day, all through shopping and baby Eli and dinner. Eli sure seemed to love her.
Tony & I swapped music at the end of the night — I gained exactly 500 new songs, mostly some Jazz and Classical pieces that will be really nice to have, which puts me right around 6600 total songs.
I guess this puts my birthday at a week away, and I really couldn’t care less. Maybe I’ve just got so much going on at work-work and school and freelance-work that trivial birthdays don’t make much difference to me (who wants to be 24?).