birthday memoranda
1.Pictures
breakfast on the way to Brighton, bacon bagel and cappucino
an awesome palm reading sign, prof mirza's was sadly closed so i did not get my fortune told, boo
butternut squash and chicken pie with mash and peas and gravy plus victorian lemonade and one of my presents to myself, the newest michael chabon book in paperback (i have been waiting for ages!)
words from my typewriter, old blue is back in business
peppermint tea
coffee and words from my head, yay
presents! a vintage vanity set and dragonfly brooch (jeremy) pretty necklace (my coworkers)
anchor earrings from jeremy!
skull and fruit bead bracelet from jeremy, nice
2. Brighton was good, it did not rain, i wrote four pages and drank coffee. i also bought a couple cheap cds (hot fuss by the killers and in utero by nirvana, two albums that have been sadly missing from my collection) and i got some american tootsie roll based treats at cyber candy to take into the office and some bubble gum cigarettes for tonight. i cam close to buying other stuff, a hat, a dress, a tee shirt, some undercrackers, but nothing was 100% right so i said no
3. dinner with my brother at The Wapping Project was also very good. But i didn't take pictures so you will have to trust my words
1st raspberry mule made from reastpberry infused vodka, fucking awesome
2nd scallop ceviche on crushed new potatoes with salmon roe, fucking awesome
3rd baby chicken (it had a fancy name, i forget what it was) on purple sprouting broccoli and soft polenta and roasted garlic, with a really nice chardonnay, fucking awesome
4th rhubarb crumble with very delicate rosewater ice cream, fucking awesome despite my concerns re the rosewater ice cream
4. on my actual birthday we got insulation for the attic, went to the tate modern where i made many derogotory comments about duchamp and that fucking stool. i have issues with duchamp. and then went out for dinner with friends at a mediocre tex mex place (the pitchers of margaritas make up for any failings in the food). i got more cards and a candle!
5. plans, this is the year. i'm gonna write a first draft of a fucking book. i don't care if it sucks all the ass in all the world i'm just gonna write the damn thing. i know i said this last year and the year before, but this year i fucking mean it okay.
breakfast on the way to Brighton, bacon bagel and cappucino
an awesome palm reading sign, prof mirza's was sadly closed so i did not get my fortune told, boo
butternut squash and chicken pie with mash and peas and gravy plus victorian lemonade and one of my presents to myself, the newest michael chabon book in paperback (i have been waiting for ages!)
words from my typewriter, old blue is back in business
peppermint tea
coffee and words from my head, yay
presents! a vintage vanity set and dragonfly brooch (jeremy) pretty necklace (my coworkers)
anchor earrings from jeremy!
skull and fruit bead bracelet from jeremy, nice
2. Brighton was good, it did not rain, i wrote four pages and drank coffee. i also bought a couple cheap cds (hot fuss by the killers and in utero by nirvana, two albums that have been sadly missing from my collection) and i got some american tootsie roll based treats at cyber candy to take into the office and some bubble gum cigarettes for tonight. i cam close to buying other stuff, a hat, a dress, a tee shirt, some undercrackers, but nothing was 100% right so i said no
3. dinner with my brother at The Wapping Project was also very good. But i didn't take pictures so you will have to trust my words
1st raspberry mule made from reastpberry infused vodka, fucking awesome
2nd scallop ceviche on crushed new potatoes with salmon roe, fucking awesome
3rd baby chicken (it had a fancy name, i forget what it was) on purple sprouting broccoli and soft polenta and roasted garlic, with a really nice chardonnay, fucking awesome
4th rhubarb crumble with very delicate rosewater ice cream, fucking awesome despite my concerns re the rosewater ice cream
4. on my actual birthday we got insulation for the attic, went to the tate modern where i made many derogotory comments about duchamp and that fucking stool. i have issues with duchamp. and then went out for dinner with friends at a mediocre tex mex place (the pitchers of margaritas make up for any failings in the food). i got more cards and a candle!
5. plans, this is the year. i'm gonna write a first draft of a fucking book. i don't care if it sucks all the ass in all the world i'm just gonna write the damn thing. i know i said this last year and the year before, but this year i fucking mean it okay.
posted by carolyn says @ 4:51 pm
2 Comments:
At 21 April 2008 at 20:24,
5 of 9er said…
Nothing like insulation to make a birthday more awesome! Happy Birthday! And thanks for the Scrabble invite.
At 22 April 2008 at 10:18,
carolyn says said…
i don't know how i managed a birthday sans insulation before, i ahd no idea how i was settling when i chose to go bowling instead
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