Mom's Birthday

I spent the afternoon in the office. Alex & his friends from school spent the afternoon at the Sox game.

I picked them up, sobered by the weight of work. They stumbled over, still slurring their words.

And all together we met my parents for dinner to celebrate my mother’s birthday.

Temple Bar in Cambridge has become one of my most favorite places to eat and drink. The food is incredible. They have outdoor seating, and when the weather’s not nice, they have a big round booth in the back corner where you and 9 of your closest friends can hang out comfortably sipping delicious cocktails. The bartenders are fun, and the place has become the venue for many fond memories — from my 21st birthday to drinks with Tony when he visited from Australia.

Temple is owned by the same company responsible for Grafton Street Pub in Harvard Square, where my father and I had a rare dinner together, and Red Line, where “the younger generation” ended up after dinner. (As if my brother & his friends needed to drink some more.) It’s chic and expensive, but comfortable and fun. I had two fancy drinks and spent the night chatting with a very nice woman from France. She left just before we did.

Then, apparently, I made a major faux pas: I gave her my card.

What?! I liked hanging out with the girl! And we talked about the best French restaurants in Boston, as well as the best places to live in Paris. In my mind, this would be a great & strategic friendship.

But the moment I whipped out the case, Alex & his friends started laughing. Ridiculing me. Having a go. I didn’t hear the end of it all night.

I think it’s because they’re secretly envious that I have cards. And an office. (teehee!)

…time to go home for Father’s Day.