Day 16 – Happy Birthday Tracie!
Childhood pal, Judy, and I went to Rye for lunch today. Or “The Rye” as Judy calls it. She must be thinking of that old song – “When a body, meets a body, coming through the rye”
We had Latke Ruebens. They are huge and we should have shared it but I didn’t want to share it. I wanted to eat half of it and bring the other half home for dinner. Amen.
Then we drove through uptown and looked for Sweets Bakeshop, which was pretty difficult to find seeing as how it’s got some other store name on it’s door with Sweets sub-titled on the door. Cupcake or Caramel or something. I wanted to check out their macarons and see if they were good enough to buy for my great niece’s jewelry making birthday party that we’re having in a couple of weeks.
The macarons are good and the mini cupcakes looked good. I didn’t get a chance to eat more than two macarons because when I got home, both boys were there and I shared. I was hoping they’d turn me down but they didn’t. Damn kids.
It’s a weird bakery/shop. There’s a tiny store front with what I think were fake cupcakes and cakes on display. And off to the side were five gallon buckets with rocks and pipes and water. Judy and I got an informative lecture on water gardening from what I think was the male owner/half of the store. I didn’t really care about the water garden but didn’t get asked if I wanted to hear about the gardening adventure or not. How odd in the front of a bake shop, if you ask me.
I left the place, confused. I’m not sure if I want to order my great nieces party treats from there. I’ll think about it some more. It was just weird.
So, Childhood Pal Judy wants to set up a date for us girlfriends to go bowling and rollerskating, just like we did in the old days.
I should probably wear a helmet when I go rollerskating. I did once fall on my face, causing my teeth to go through my upper lip. My hands must have been stuck in my pockets or something. I recall having to pull my lip off of my teeth!
Judy and I talked about Donny Osmond, as we are wont to do. She just can’t get over her jealousy of my holding Donny Osmond’s mail! I feel so sorry for her, never being able to look in Donny Osmond’s back yard or hold his mail! Oh! How sad for her!
I don’t wanna go back to work tomorrow.