Well, 55 hasn’t started out very well. I’ve been sick since the day of my birthday. In bed sick. So sick, I had to cancel my birthday dinner. Yeah, not happy. At all. My poor friend Toni (yes, her name is also my name and yes I know how completely bizarre that is) spent the day with me and while we were doing the shopping portion of the day, I actually had to sit down in one of my favorite stores. On the couch. Yeah, that’s sick alright. I did, however, manage to buy myself a replacement for my favorite leather jacket that was stolen in the Barcelona airport and made me cry for 30 minutes before eating a ham sandwich to quell my sadness. And I also managed to purchase some ridiculously expensive face cream, because you feel on your 55th birthday like you should really be using something on your face that costs more than a high end gym membership. And get a manicure. And go to the SuperLux theater to see August: Osage County, and I must say that place is aptly named. Barcaloungers, free popcorn, a good little menu with waiters and drinks (not that I could even think about a cocktail feeling like I did), but all in all, it was a truly “superluxe” experience and definitely will make it hard to go to a regular old movie theater again. And Meryl Streep, in the movie–she is sort of unbelievable. I had my sights set on Amy Adams for the Oscar, but I’m giving it to Meryl. She gets it. She can dress however she wants, because that woman can act.
I also got really super beautiful flowers from Winston’s that I can actually almost smell from my bed (well, I could before my nose got so stuffed with all the disgusting snot) and tickets to see Billy Joel in Madison Square Garden in April (yes, I am that old) and the best gift of all, which is a book that Ally made me of 55 things about me that she’s grateful for. I love it a bajillion times over. It was a Sally Field moment. “She likes me!” Or at least 55 things about me. Anyway, I am amusing myself with Orange is the New Black, and cruising the internet in a really A.D.D. way. Check this out. I want to be in the wisteria place. I’m grateful to even see a photo of such a magical place. What I’m not grateful for today, is that I am sick. This has been an awful long winter. And I’ve been sick a lot. Do people in warm weather places get sick in the winter, too?