I suck at birthdays.
Even back in the day, before the ubiquity of cell phones and elimination of the need to keep numbers in one’s head, I still could barely remember birthdays. Nephew, Sister, Mom, Dad – those are the only birthdays I have committed to memory. One old friend who shares a birthday with my old man doesn’t count.
Among the Birthday’s I should remember but don’t:
- My dear friend, the Only Slightly Sleazy Lobbyist
- Every ex-girlfriend
- My ex-wife whose birthday I should remember only by virtue of the fact that we were married, but nope
- A good friend with whom I had dinner on her birthday… a couple of months ago… I think
- The most significant ex-girlfriend for whom I threw and hosted three birthday parties
- Everyone on my speed dial
- The woman whose birthday I used as a voicemail code
- My closest friend since the ninth grade
- All of the people who sent me good wishes last week on mine
Yet for some reason, I never forget the 23rd of September. I will spend this day listening to Giant Steps, Blue Train, A Love Supreme among others of My Favorite Things.
Happy Birthday, John William Coltrane.
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By the by, are there any musicians, writers, or artists who made such a significant impact in your life that you celebrate their birthday’s every year?
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P.S. There is a new dish over at my Recipe Blog - Avocado & Tomato Salad with Crispy Pancetta
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