On my birthday this year... I chose to not "celebrate" it with my family, but rather... go out to SF to have dinner with mom and dad. I think... between the two... the elders probably value my birthday more than the kids. Not that it's demeaning or a zing... just a matter of fact. Kids and Joyce have so much going on... another birthday "gets in the way." But for my parents... just like me... my son's birthday is as monumental today as it was 40+ years ago.
Went to a popular restaurant in Chinatown. Whatever... I don't give the restaurant much thought anymore. A meal is just a meal at this point. Drive 2 hours out (ugh), find parking (ugh...), sit down... order... eat... go home. It's all worth it. Breaking bread. Having meal as a family.
Dad didn't eat the salt and pepper crab cuz it's deep fried. Amazing. He stays away from fried food and spicy food religiously... and yet he won't quit smoking for even a day. Heh....
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