When I was little, I hated birthdays if they weren't my own. It would take every ounce of discipline young Kim could muster not to allow the jealousy to ooze out when her friend's parents wheeled a fantastic new bicycle into the living room, complete with a basket, horn, and tassels. Thankfully, and as I've said before, I now love birthdays, especially birthdays other than my own. Perhaps this is because none of my friends get bicycles or other fun toys anymore, but I'd like to think there's an element of maturity on my part tucked into the mix somewhere. Tonight we celebrated Danielle's birthday, perfectly timed between her fantastic post-bar exam trips. We took over the front window at El Chile on Manor, discussing things so ridiculous I can't even remember all of the topics of conversation. Always a great time when we combine groups of friends, here's to Danielle on her birthday! Happiest of birthdays to my dear friend!
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