Is there anything worse than showing up late to your own birthday party? I had to deal with some late-breaking news at work — which is in today’s paper — so I couldn’t make it to my friend Abby’s birthday dinner and I was late for my own last night. (Careful readers of this site may remember that my birthday was actually Nov. 6. They are advised to stop reading so carefully. Delays and machinations have turned a planned birthday bash a month ago into a smaller joint coworker dinner for three reporters.) Anyway, we went to the Samba Room, which was nice, then to Casbah, which has been closed down, which wasn’t nice, then to the Old Monk.
Got in around 2:30, napped for an hour and a half, and now I’m back up to pack and leave for Rochester. See you on the flip side.