When I was a kid, I used to belt out the song, “The Sun’ll Come Out Tomorrow.” Well, as a grown-up, the only thing coming out tomorrow is a laugh line, a better bra, and my best friend from Los Angeles. It will be my 34th birthday and I’m not so into it. But I am excited to see HAIR on Broadway tonight, and get a not-so-surprise massage, and eat at expensive NYC restaurants, and have mountains of cake. Getting older isn’t that bad when you like who you are. And I do. I just don’t want to think about it.
Where would you go for your big, ambivalent birthday meal?
Photo by Melissa J. Behrens
