This Was on the Sidewalk and BoyJake is Thirty-One Years Old

Anna and I were walking downtown on Friday to get me a birthday haircut (I turned thirty-one and I have noticed recently that I've been looking a bit more like a roadie for Lynard Skynard than I would have liked) and we saw an old-fashioned fifties era chair hair dryer like the type that Lucille Ball would sit under after getting her roots dyed and a permanent wave. I thought that was absolutely fantastic and had to photograph it.

I had the best birthday ever. My hair is now in a more mid-nineties Johnny Depp place -- the sort of thing you might expect to see on a pretentious coffehouse poet, but not really so MySpace emo that I can't stand myself. I actually dig it quite a bit.
Anna took me to breakfast after the haircut and I ate a big ham & cheese omelet with yummy fried potatoes and wheat toast. I washed it down with highly caffeinated Earl Grey tea from a cute little copper pot.

After breakfast, Anna went to school and I went back to the apartment to wash dishes and read (no work for me that day, thank you very much) until it was time to go bicycle shopping with Vic (I need a bicycle as the new place we're moving into is much too far from our coffeehouse to make morning visits on foot feasible). I called Vic at the appointed time and it turned out that he was ill and would have to give re-schedule at a later date.
I called Soundbomb to see if he wanted to get tea at the place near our office and he said yes, so I wandered over there for a pleasant bit of tea-drinking and people watching.

Later Anna came home and gave me my gifts: a wonderful bottle of Rosenblum Zinfandel (Carla's Vineyard from the SF Bay - we drank it last night - YUMMY) and a beautiful burgundy steel Cross pen. It takes smooth writing rollerball refills that glide across the page and it feels awesome in my hand. I wrote ten pages with it last night. I can't remember the last time I sat down and filled ten pages.

After the gift giving, Anna took me to a local German themed restaurant for sausage and beer. Words fail me.

So yeah, I had the best birthday ever. Life is good. I am lucky.

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