Yesterday was my half-birthday. We went to see Shakespeare in the
Park. The only reason we figured this out was because I said that
Shakespeare in the Park and Suzanne and night driving (and subsequently getting lost – which was not our fault) was so great that it must be my birthday. And she (Suzanne, that is) said “When is your birthday?” I told her.
“It’s your half birthday!” she said.
“Happy half-birthday, Emily!”
“Wait…it really is?”
The Taming of the Shrew was really quite enjoyable. It was followed
by Dohnavur’s first Originals poetry reading (we didn’t get lost on the
way back). Ayo was a smash…or maybe Josh was a smash, since he
read them. Anyhow, it was all lovely.
oh, and (if you haven’t picked up on it yet) I have a new housemate. She’s very nice.
The half-birthday followed in the tradition of many birthdays before it – namely, I sobbed pitifully.