Last night, my friend Shelly came over. We ate dinner, drank Prosecco, and then walked to Old Town Alexandria. We went to the Irish pub with the big fireplace and listened to an Irish singer (or a good approximation thereof) give some good and interesting renditions of "The Fields of Athenry" and "Who the fuck is Alice?" It was crowded, and we sang along and clapped. A stranger pulled me out of my chair and danced me around the room for a good five minutes until he was out of breath. Shelly and I came back to my place at around 0130 and crashed.
We were up again at 0830 for coffee, bacon, eggs and crepes with blueberries, and a walk around the block. The sun has finally come out and it was a beautiful day for a walk.
I dropped Shelly at the train station and drove West to Marie's house. Last month, for my birthday, Marie bought tickets for "Ariadne auf naxos", a Strauss opera. We had lovely sushi, great conversation, and then spent a couple of lovely hours at the opera.
It is my birthday this week. I am determined to see only the beautiful things in the world this week: to remember only the things I am grateful for. I am grateful for my friends.
I may have been unlucky in love, but I have been very lucky in my friendships.
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