It's another birthday. I'd like to think that along with that additional year of age comes some extra wisdom. I'm not counting on it. In fact, I've reached that point in the relentless march of time when there are very few pluses to offset the negatives like hair growing everywhere but where you want it, and getting out of a chair being accompanied by more snaps, crackles and pops than pouring milk into a bowl of Rice Krispies.
Now, it's not all bad. I spent last weekend in South Florida where a number of friends decided to pony up for lunches, dinners and drinks to celebrate my cheating death for another year. Yea me! Really, this elevated attention from friends is all that makes birthdays even somewhat bearable.
I am celebrating my "big" day by having dragged myself out of bed at 4 a.m. to get to Atlanta 9:50 flight to San Francisco
Spending most of my day doing the version of planes, trains and automobiles that my trips to the West Coast typically are may not seem like the best way to celebrate the anniversary of my birth; but it may well turn out OK.
I'm already upgraded to first class for the flight. Yes, I know, it's a little early to ravage the bar cart, but it's my birthday and I'm going to take advantage.
On top of that, VW is notorious for throwing terrific events. I expect dinner this evening to be in that spirit.
The hotel for this outing is actually in Napa Napa
A blow-by-blow account of this birthday boondoggle will follow.
Wish me luck, and a prayer or two wouldn't hurt.
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