My mom was supposed to join us but then came the blizzard, so she was unable to make it to New York. It ends up being an intimate group of four: my sister, Abbey, Jason, and me. Valerie has impeccable taste in everything and chooses The Mark Restaurant by Jean-Georges.
The food is amazing and plentiful. The house tuna tartare is a must-have-order, though everything is delicious and beautifully presented. It's nice to have family that is genuinely interesting and fun.
We toast to my birthday and Abbey adds a few words. "May this be the year you meet that age-appropriate guy." This of course leads to a discussion of age-appropriate. For me, it's probably 55 to 67 or so. But then my sister adds something like, "If anyone that age is worth dating they are looking for someone a lot younger than you."
And then, as if to punctuate her point, as we are walking out, Val and Abbey bump into someone they know. He's cute. Has a nice demeanor. And I'm thinking age-appropriate. I see him with a pretty blond. I'm thinking maybe his daughter. Turns out it's his date.
But yes, to Abbey's point, it would be nice to fall in love. Or at least deep like. If you know of anyone.... I am trying to be more open ... my birthday pledge.
Before leaving, and because I ask, everyone agrees to a photo.
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