My birthday is tomorrow. My birthday is tomorrow. My birthday is tomorrow.
Part of me experiences the childlike excitement that phrase elicits. Part of me says this is no time for self congratulation or celebration if you’re living in Santa Barbara. Too much has been lost by too many.
Anyhow, I can’t bring myself to call a party. But I do love birthday cake.
Many of my friends are still evacuated. But I do love birthday cake.
The 101 freeway is still closed to the south. But I do love birthday cake.
No one cares as much about my birthdays as I do. Most people have other things on their minds. And, I still love birthday cake.
So just in case you’re a friend of mine and want to sing Happy Birthday tomorrow evening to someone who loves birthday cake, let me know. I don’t care about presents, so no worries there. But you’ve gotta love cake too. And maybe a little champagne as a topper.
Tomorrow night, Jan. 15, 7:30 pm. Let me know, so there’ll be enough cake. Address will be given when you rsvp if you don’t don’t know: