1969: Gathered around the console television in the den in my
Grandparent's house in Stayton, Oregon - my family watched American astronauts
land on the moon, and celebrated our sister's birthday... probably with a
watermelon. Renee is not fond of cake, and since her birthday falls during
Oregon watermelon season - she usually requested a watermelon. Mom usually
"decorated" a melon - turning the fruit into a basket or bowl, and once carving
a melon to resemble pig.
2014: It was just the two sisters celebrating Renee's
birthday today. No cake. No watermelon. Champagne & beignets instead
during brunch at
Imperial downtown Portland.
We hadn't exactly planned on the champagne part - we
ordered coffee. Renee's daughter, Carla - in San Diego - knew where her
Mom was going for brunch, so called and ordered flutes sent to our
How fun - Happy Birthday, Renee!
It wasn't only booze and donuts - we had more
Renee had crab salad and I ordered Pastrami Hash
(without the usual poached eggs).
Just what the world needs - another photo of me with a
giant glass of the bubbly.
Renee and I needed fuel, because after brunch we headed over to Keller
Auditorium to see
of Mormon. It was an amazing show. The musical was written by
the creators of
South Park, so I didn't go into the theater thinking I was
going to be thinking. Book of Mormon was offensive,
well-written, crude, hilarious, shocking, insightful, sad and funny. A
few times, Renee and I looked at each other, as if to say, "did he
really just say that?" - and then would burst into laughter.
Renee really enjoyed her birthday and I was happy to be able to spend
the day with the Birthday Girl (who didn't remind me very often
that I am her older sister).
Until my next update, I remain, your celebratory correspondent.
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