We went to Steve's for some delicious butter pecan cake. Yum Yum Yum. Each of the other guys gave me a card and a gift. From Will: a framed picture of me, him, Joe, and Steve on the water taxi in Boston during our August P-Town trip. From Steve: a nice scented candle. From Joe: two huge, ceramic coffee cups with a little packet of Starbucks coffee in each. It was all quite nice.
Vivian called while I was opening my gifts.
After cake and coffee, we gathered around Steve's new computer, listened to a couple of Shirley Q. Liquor cuts, and then sang three songs: Randy Travis' Forever and Ever Amen; Kenny Rogers' The Gambler; and the Eagles' Peaceful, Easy Feeling. That was great fun.
I went home to my place where Robert was waiting. He ate one of the pieces of cake I brought home for him. We heeded his feeling that no one should not get laid on their birthday. MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! He spent the night. I had a very happy birthday! 45. Geez.