From an ant infestation on Sunday to Sir Paul McCartney eight days later, my birthday week ended with a bang and a whole lotta cashola spent.
Why a “Birthday Week” and not just a day, you might ask?
Because one day won’t do, no sir! You gotta have an entire week to celebrate with mirth and merriment! Here’s how the eight days went down:
Sunday: Attack of the ants. Apparently it’s been so hot and dry in these parts that the ants came inside and had a pool party in my tub, replete with Piña Coladas and Conga lines, and I could’ve sworn I heard one ant cry out, “Marco” while another shouted back, “Polo!”
Monday: I returned home to a drenched, water-soaked garage floor and the sound of “drip, drip, DRIP” coming from the water heater. It’s the big one, I thought. The mother of all household problems, only second to a massive earthquake. The dreaded water heater breakdown.
So, I did what any responsible homeowner would do: I panicked. Yada yada yada, $1,300 later, I have a new water heater and new regulator to control the water pressure. Plus I’ve made a new friend in the plumber who came out to my house that day, even though he was done for the day and about to go home to his wife’s steak dinner. He didn’t mind one bit spending four hours in my garage fixing all my problems, and believe it or not, didn’t charge me the nighttime rate. You may recall, not too long ago I complained about getting ripped off by another service technician, so meeting Bernard of Anderson Plumbing, Heating & Air was a real treat.
Tuesday: My actual b’day! I took the day off from work and met a friend for lunch, who simply pampered me with a gift bag of goodies and a gorgeously stunning cake from the primo of all bakeries, Extraordinary Desserts. We had such fun dining at the Nordies Cafe, followed by a little shopping spree of my own, with my favorite salesperson, Patrice. Then, that evening, I met up with more delightful friends at La Puerta, a trendy Mexican bar and restaurant where we dined on savory carnitas tacos and where I downed a couple of “frostilicious” Mojitos.
Wednesday: Went with a friend to see Tony Award-winning musical, “Kinky Boots,” featuring music by Cyndi Lauper. It was absolutely divine!
Thursday: Spent the evening in the animal hospital ER with Henry and one whining Maltipoo who shall remain nameless, but whose first initial begins with an “O” and whose last name is Twist. Yada yada yada, $540 later, all I can say is, poor Henry. His habit of eating cigarette butts is going to do him in, yet no matter how hard I try to keep him away from them on our walks, he manages to sniff them out. To muzzle or not to muzzle, that is the question. Is a muzzle the only way to help him break his nicotine habit, or should I let the guilt I feel in putting a muzzle on him (which makes him look like something out of “Silence of the Lambs”) win out?
What do you think?
Friday: Fire in an air traffic control complex in Chicago causes flight cancellations at both Chicago airports and elsewhere. Which means, my daughter’s flight home so that she can spend my birthday weekend with me temporarily falls by the wayside. Not knowing whether she’d get on another flight gets me down in the dumps.
Saturday: My daughter makes it home after all, and just in time for my b’day dinner. Hooray! With my son and cousins, too, we have a happy evening, indeed, and then settle down to watch the mid-season finale of our favorite new series, “Outlander.” Sigh.
Sunday: At last! My daughter and I go to see Sir Paul. I’d purchased the tickets back in July and have been waiting ever since. Love love love the Beatles! Saw John Lennon in concert at Madison Square Garden eons ago and now Paul. A magical night, nearly three hours of McCartney performing many of the Beatles’ fan faves, including “Hey Jude” and “Something,” which he did on ukulele, as a special tribute to George. I still get goosebumps thinking of that concert. Bliss, bliss, utter unadulterated bliss. Seeing the concert with my daughter was the icing on the cake. A simply fabulous, once in a lifetime experience, which we will never forget!
Well, that was the week that was. How was yours?
Stay tuned next week when the “Doctor” is finally in. Yes, that’s when I, Dr. Monica, make my debut, answering the questions that have been nagging at you and driving you to distraction. Never fear, the “doctor” is here! (Or at least will be next week, ahem.) It’s never too late to submit your question. Just add it in the comment box below, and remember, the more inane the question, the better. For I’m no expert, I just have common sense!