Norms. Where I didn’t get birthday grub.
Thanks to you all for the birthday wishes- you made turning 39 as comforting as always.
I’d like to tell you that I did all sort of spectacular and interesting things. I didn’t. I didn’t even have the heat as an excuse. Yes, it was hot (not nearly anything like what it is in the rest of the US. Or world for that matter.)
I did take my drive up the coast- up the 101 to Calabasas then across to PCH and back down. It was actually overcast and kind of chilly, which I love. For those of you interested, no I don’t put the top down. There just isn’t enough sunblock in existence for that, so the top goes down if at all on the last leg of the journey- 15 minutes at most.
Since it’s Father’s Day, a picture of my dad from his HS Year Book.
I did also hit up Sweet Lady Jane for a piece of coconut cake. But I think my tastes might have changed. I can tell it’s the same cake (and no, the quality hasn’t gone down) but I think my tastes have changed. Funny how that happens- and it seems to happen less with scent and more with taste for me. I can pick up a bottle of something from Uncle Serge and it’s like sitting down with an old friend. But the coconut cake made me want a nice cold glass of celery juice.
My cake wasn’t THIS big..
Next thing you know I’ll be telling you about the wonders of Axe body spray..
But I really reached for my old bottle of AG Eau de Hadrien, which is still available and you should try right now. You can get samples at Surrender to Chance.
What did you do for the weekend? Let us know in the comments.
Images: My iPhone, Pexels.
Your weekend sounds like a winner, Tom. I’ve been doing some caretaking of my mom who has Alzheimers– an exhausting labor of love — so my weekend was nothing to write home about. For me, it’s not so much that my taste has changed, but more that my stomach has decided it can no longer handle normal foods that I’ve eaten all my life. So I’m buying a lot of gluten-free and dairy-free stuff lately. Life: it always keeps you guessing! At least my scents still smell great to me.
I’m glad your mother has you.
My stomach wants very fresh, very expensive food these days. Not Kardashian smoothies- level expensive, but not cheap.
It was a delightfully lazy weekend. After centuries of running around doing Family Things, I’m never bored with doing nothing. I fussed over plants and had book club with the ladies. I can’t believe it’s July!
I love doing nothing. And kind of speaking to no-one.
Other than trying to perfect my sourdough baking it was a weekend of doing bugger all!
Ok I watched the World Cup matches that weren’t on in the small hours, F1 Grand Prix & England getting caned in the cricket international.
Wimbledon has started this week & is clashing with the football. I’m torn
We are getting a lot of tourists in for FiFA and all and I have to say that as a group they are lovely. I think they love LA more than we do.
Have you had the Scots or English fans in yet? The rumour is Boston ran out of beer. An American on FB has been posting updates on how much the Scots & English drink. For 1000s of years our water wasn’t safe. We brewed ale. It was safer than the water. Even children drank ale. We developed a genetically high tolerance for ale & beers. Not just us but most Northern Europeans with access to barley.
I don’t know if we have. I haven’t been in a bar since the turn of the millennium. I’ve just seen a lot more tourists.
I did know that about the water. And outside of Southern California, people drink. I used to live in the Midwest, and those brutal summers did go better with an icy brew. An American one like Miller Lite (which is practically water anyway..)
The Spanish & Austrians in LA today. The Austrians will be drowning their sorrows
I wonder how losing a significant amount of weight affects all those synapses that used to say ‘oh, X tastes so gorgeous’ so they now say ‘well, it’s a bit meh’.
What’s the bumper sticker on car say?
Weekend… I think I did some gardening and food shopping. Our heat broke on Saturday, so Sunday was like a collective breath of relief taken in.
Axe, Lynx, whatever. I remember staying with people whose son wore acres of this shit. As did his friends. Boy, did that house smell bad. Boy sweat, stale socks, and bad cologne overload.
There are two- one is a St Jude’s Children’s Hospital and one is to remind people to go slow on PCH in Malibu. They’re really there to cover up a scrape I can’t be bothered to fix.
OH NOOOOO! So sad when a beloved treat loses its lustre Tom. BUM
We saw friends, ate, hung out, chilled. The weekend was happily hectic with room to slob. My favourite.
Eau de Hadrian is one of the AGs that I never bought. Glad it fit your mood and celebration. Maybe I need to get some on me again?
Portia x
I do remember you charming the notoriously spikey Jane into giving you free cake, which was an achievement.
Hadrien suits me down to the ground.
HA! I don’t remember that.
TBH I think we are a dream team. Everyone was falling over themselves to be kind and give us a little extra whenever we were wandering shops or cafes.
You got an SA at Macy’s Perfume Counter in The (now defunct) Westside Pavilion to be nice to you. An EGOT might be easier to achieve at this point..
Had no energy to do anything I didn’t have to and it’s continuing. I stay inside as much as I can – read, watch shows, putter with my house plants, test perfume samples, eat a lot of fresh fruit and cheese, and on and on and on. I have noticed that there are less and less people out and about, both day and night. Even the weekend was subdued.
Sometimes I feel like I need to recharge and part of that is not seeing people.
Why does she have a red patch over her eye!? I KNOW nobody had the nerve to throw something at her – not even in a movie ) is that Fred MacMurray next to her? I always thought Father Knows Best(?) My Three Sons… whichever… blunted that simmering, vaguely menacing sexuality he had
And I did nothing. Nada. Zilch. It was elebenty billion degrees! I drank lemonade, gallons of water, read fluff and slept in a chaise under the fans. It was lovely!
Sounds perfect to me.
It’s “The Anniversary” and she wears an eye patch because her son accidentally put it out years before the story takes place.
Fred was weirdly hot.
He was, wasn’t he?
I think especially to us who grew up when “My Three Sons” were well into reruns. We were used to Fatherly Fred.