Ry, Ladle & A Ticket!

The one thing I don’t want to hear today: “What plans for your birthday?” Well, usually I have a plan. It’s drinks and dinner with family, bring it in with friends, lunch on the D-day with family again, and then party till the wee hours of the morning. Unfortunately, this year my birthday ironically falls on the day Jesus died for us. Yes, Good Friday. My mother categorically warned me, “No parties at home. Do what you want to do outside.” After a life changing experience in Bangkok at the Coldplay concert, partying and shopping, the birthday week was going fine, until I woke up this morning. I’ve never woken up feeling so crappy and blah a day before my birthday. I come out of my room to see my mother, a sweet, fuzzy ball of happiness, despite the tormenting heat, cooking lunch. I lie on the couch and watch a show, hoping it might make me feel better. But nah! Guess what I am watching to make me feel good? The dark Flesh & Bone! I love the show, but when you’re