Lucas' Birthday
...was yesterday, and he turned the ripe old age of thirty-one. In the tradition of his family, where they got to celebrate their birthdays in both the Australian and American time zones when they were kids, we went out for dinner Friday night, his "Australian birthday". It was to a fancy restaurant we'd never been to before in the Heights called Glass Wall. Roasted brie, delicious meat, lovely dessert wines.
The day itself involved breakfast at Yale St, Lucas seeing our first public show of A Little House Christmas, and a pub crawl on White Oak, organised by the inimitable Josh Ulla`, who works with Lucas and who seems like nothing so much as a youth group leader on steroids.
I also gave Lucas tickets to go and see the Texans play the Colts in December. Yes, I am a good wife. And we have good friends who are going with us to see them play as well! Lucas' fanship of the Texans is just one of the many symptoms of his sudden-onset (about a month after we got here) and hilarious passionate Texan patriotism. Another is his belief that he is the reincarnated spirit of the James Buchanan who fought and died at the Alamo.
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