I just realized that I haven't been blogging often enough to tell this story without laying a bit of groundwork. I'll keep it as basic as possible.
We had band practice on Tuesday night and our new drummer did not show up. His wife called the next day with a drama-filled explanation, but obviously things were not going to work out with him. Thus, we had to prevail upon my husband to play our Friday night gig with us.
I knew he really didn't want to spend his birthday working, so I stopped at Costco on the way home from work and bought him a huge chocolate cake with chocolate mousse filling. We packed up our music gear and took the cake with us to the bar.
On our first break, I invited all of the bar patrons to have cake with us. A few brave souls outside of our usual fan group took us up on it. When we got back onstage, everyone in the band and audience sang happy birthday and my husband looked pleased despite his avowed disinterest in celebrating.
I purposely left the weekend open so I could hang out with the hubby as much as possible. We slept late on Saturday, went out to breakfast at Einstein Bros. around 3 p.m., went to an art opening in the early evening and finished off our day's activities with dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant. We were initially planning to go out and see a band play, but I ran out of steam and needed to get some sleep instead.
Today we're getting together with the guitarist from our defunct original project to grab an early dinner and go to a jam.
My husband's birthday gift from me is a trip to Nashville that we'll be taking this spring. He's planning on meeting up with his old buddies from the decade that he lived in Nashville and worked as a studio and touring drummer. I'm thinking of the trip mainly in terms of the delicious food we're going to have (Pancake Pantry, Corky's Barbecue, etc.).
It's a couple of days late now, but "Happy Birthday, Honey!"