Sunday, February 19, 2012

Thirty-seven.

Once, in the 1970s, I was young. And I stood beside enormous rocks, and I wore orange and blue (and strikingly short shorts), and life was good.

Now I'm older and less skilled with the color blocking--but life is still good. I've spent a fine holiday-birthday weekend in New York City and now I'm off to a boozy brunch with some friends.

I raise a glass in all y'all's general direction.

10 comments:

phd me said...

Sounds like an excellent birthday weekend! It could only be improved with a color-blocked outfit, complete with short shorts. :) Happy 37th!

Renaissance Girl said...

Happiest of birthdays, Flavia-Flav. I hope that you're wearing this same outfit the next time I see you. I'll wear my hunter-green-striped knee-high tube socks. Who says we can't hold onto our youth?

Veralinda said...

You look exactly like yourself! Amazing (and quite adorable--though I confess I prefer your present-day sartorial self).

Happy birthday, wonderful Flavia!

What Now? said...

The happiest of birthdays to you, Flavia. This past year was a good one for you indeed, and I wish you as much joy in the year to come.

heu mihi said...

Happy birthday!

Bardiac said...

Happy Birthday! Hope it's a good one, and followed by a most wonderful year!

profgrrrrl said...

Happy, happy birthday!!

Susan said...

Happy Birthday, even if a day late... I've been in the boonies celebrating my father's 88th.

jo(e) said...

Happy birthday!

Historiann said...

Happy birthday!