The Best Birthday He Never Had

Oct 26, 2015 by

The Best Birthday He Never Had

The weekend didn’t turn out like I had planned—what an understatement.  Today is Dennis’ birthday and I had made plans to celebrate in San Antonio at La Cantera Hill Country Resort for the weekend.  We had dinner reservations at Silo and a tee time after a Sunday brunch, the next day.  Francesca was going to keep Mitch—–it was going to be a fun weekend.  Was.  I’m trying to remember the exact chain of events that caused the weekend detour. I reserved a ninety minute massage for Dennis on Friday afternoon to get the weekend off to a relaxing start.  That went well, he loved it.  The next morning, I made coast toast-an attempt to recreate a wonderful brunch dish we had in La Jolla.  At this point, I ask you to refer back to the last post on La Jolla so you can see what coast

My "coast toast"---be nice.

My “coast toast”—be nice.

toast should look like because when you see how mine turned out, you’ll laugh.  So much for a nice birthday brunch.  Not to worry, the good part of the birthday weekend was yet to come.  Never mind that pesky weather forecast of the strongest hurricane ever to hit that would be arriving this weekend in central Texas.  Maybe, we should wait just a couple of hours to drop off Mitch and go on to SA.  I forgot to tell you when the housekeeper came, on Thursday, the pipe under the sink just came undone.  Anyway, the extra time waiting for the hurricane to fizzle out gave Dennis a chance to “get in there” and fix it.  In the back of my mind, I thought, no problem—we’ll be in a four star hotel and who cares if it drips?  Back to the weather forecast, they are now saying roads are closing and warning people to just stay home.  I call the hotel and they are so understanding and say they will honor the birthday package for six months.  I text Francesca that Mitch won’t be coming to play with her Labs.

The rain coming down the gutter-it was the perfect storm

The rain coming down the gutter-it was the perfect storm

I cancel Silo and call my friend in San Antonio, who was coincidently having a birthday party for her daughter-in-law that night.  (I had toyed with the

idea of telling Dennis the party was for him.)  So, here we were, stuck at home, pouring down rain, and I don’t even have a birthday card-I had planned on picking one up somewhere along the way to SA.  And of course, the birthday gift was the fabulous, wonderful, surprise trip………I mean, we are homebound and I got nuthin.  Thank God, those blobs of coast toast were filling so we didn’t get hungry till evening.  I found some corn tortillas in the pantry and made chulapas—a far cry from the dinner we were supposed to be having.  But you know, the weather was starting to get really cool and it was starting to feel really good to be nesting.  Dennis finally turned in and I found a happy birthday banner I had bought for a girlfriend’s birthday and thank goodness I had that cashmere sweater I ordered for Dennis’ Christmas present.  I found the deck of cards from “The Del” that Janey had talked me into getting for a stocking stuffer.  I set the stage for a

Nothing says birthday like a broken pipe

Nothing says birthday like a broken pipe

birthday morning that when Dennis got up, he thought the whole thing had been planned.  We got dressed and went for breakfast at the Horseshoe Bay Resort Hotel——–where people make plans to come and spend their birthdays.  Oh, the irony.  A real Acres of Diamonds kind of moment.  Isn’t it funny how we always go somewhere to do things and don’t enjoy our own back doorstep?  It was a birthday breakfast, a birthday weekend.  Not the one planned, but just as special………..Just another great example of, it’s not what you do……..it’s who you do it with.  Have a great week.

A last minute birthday gift from The Del Coronado

A last minute birthday gift from The Del Coronado 

 

 

 

I really did pull a rabbit out of the hat.

I really did pull a rabbit out of the hat.

FYI: this is what coast toast should look like

FYI: this is what coast toast should look like

 

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