Saturday was my 32nd birthday, and since it’s the first time I’m spending it with my family since I turned 19, I took full advantage and made my family do the exactly what I wanted. I’d been dying to see the new lady Ghostbusters movie , which was completely awesome. Then I dragged them to Ted’s, my favorite Mexican food restaurant in Oklahoma City, and followed dinner with introducing my parents and brother to about 7 episodes of the Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt while snacking on ice cream birthday cake. What a glorious day.
Turning 32 doesn’t seem that different than turning 31, except maybe I value quiet more than I have before. Silence. I decided to start meditating as a birthday present to myself, and I have enjoyed sitting outside in the silence quite a bit.
This visit to Oklahoma is two weeks, and I’ve been soaking in all things Okie: red dirt, Sonic drinks, Johnnie’s charcoal burgers, and looking forward to seeing an Oklahoma Shakespeare in the Park production and getting out to Martin Nature Park.
Beyond local restaurants and activities, I’ve been listening to Hamilton on repeat and tearing up every time it gets to the last song.
I finished the novel SweetBitter, which was meh. I know it’s supposed to be a hot book this summer, and I had high hopes. But I kind of hated it. The characters were boring and the plot was inconsequential. The food and wine descriptions were on point though.
Right now I’m reading The Dinner by Herman Koch. I’m digging it, but I’m only a third of the way through so I can’t speak for how it ends.
So happy that there’s still ice cream cake in the freezer, but it probably won’t make it through the night…