So D and I went to a birthday party tonight. A couple of noteworthy things happened:
1) A drunk girl, also celebrating her birthday, came over, high-fived the birthday boy, and distributed party hats to our table.
2) I met a French girl named France (one of the birthday boy's friends). She said matter-of-factly, "I am France, that is my name."
May I also mention...unrelated to the above...there is no advantage to having a heightened sense of smell? None. The *only* time it is an advantage is when I walk by the pie place near my pool...D thinks they are purposely wafting the scent of freshly baked goods onto the sidewalk. Other than that...not so good. I remember, before I even knew for sure I was pregnant, the subway car smelled like they were roasting peanuts on it. I thought I was losing my mind...and then I saw that the man next to me was eating a small packet of peanuts.
Also, I am a little jealous of the seniors in my building! They have such a good time. They have short story and poetry jams, "100 Moments of Seinfeld," trips to Atlantic City (organized by people named Irma and Ethel), movie nights followed by pizza (this month's selection is Juno), and special plays where you have to be 55 and up to get a part. They even have Social Sundays, when they eat pancakes and omelettes together at a local diner.
By the time I get old (knock on wood, I am very superstitious), seniors will probably be so commonplace, what with improved longevity and all, that we'll probably get no special treatment :(