It’s his birthday and I want to celebrate without letting him know. He was a Varsity athlete loved by the students, a sweetheart..OMG. I went to every game even though I’m not a sports fan and recently he was inducted into the HPHS Hall of Fame.
Everyone at our high school was invited to the induction and there was a party scheduled afterward. I left work early, picked out the outfit, got my girlfriend on board and left for the event.
It was like a romantic comedy and I could see it unfolding. A sweet celebration after a lifetime of separate happiness, lots of old friends and Mr. Terrific.
The only problem with playing the lead in your own romantic comedy is that when everything that can go wrong does go wrong – it happens to YOU.
Traffic was in gridlock going into the city – topped off with traffic in gridlock going out of the city. After two hours in the car and only still at Navy Pier, we knew we’d miss the induction, get stuck at a high school basketball game and it would take 3 hours to get there. So we did the only thing we could do.
Head home and go out for Sushi.
I just emailed him Happy Birthday saying I’m sorry to be a day late – but then tomorrow turned out to be today and I was on time.
Then they lived happily ever after until the next act where I get stuck at Sears Tower or break a leg getting hit by a cab.
Happy birthday SB. May you live to be 101.