Birthdays are milestones. They remind us of how young we used to be and how old we are getting. They are also a good excuse for lots of cake, champagne and Ferrero Rocher.
Yesterday I did my usual pre-birthday wallowing in self pity over a navy strength martini in the American Bar. The husband gave me his old copy of Harry Craddock's Savoy Cocktail Book for Christmas so I thought I should check what they are supposed to taste like before embarking on my own challenge of working my way through the book. It's a long book....
I sat there at the bar feeling sorry for myself for about five minutes and then the bar man asked me what was up. I told him it was my birthday tomorrow and I wasn't looking forward to it. At that moment I realised that wasn't true. It was just a melodramatic Topher style reaction to my birthday that i've led myself to believe is normal. You would not believe the moping around that I did in the days leading up to my 30th!!
I had to give myself a virtual slap in the face, although the bar man looked like he was ready to give me one too. I suddenly realised; 'I've made it to the next one', and every day, let alone every birthday, is a precious and important event.
So, I asked Dominic, the bar man, for a special cocktail to mark the event. He didn't disappoint. He made me a few. One was so special that it doesn't even have a name yet.
So my lesson for the day kids is not to be all evangelic about seizing the day and all that but just remind yourself when those silly little first world problems get a little overwhelming, that there's a lot worse going on out there. Oh and if that's not enough, an Alaska No.1 might also help (see.... i'm starting at 'A').
Yesterday I did my usual pre-birthday wallowing in self pity over a navy strength martini in the American Bar. The husband gave me his old copy of Harry Craddock's Savoy Cocktail Book for Christmas so I thought I should check what they are supposed to taste like before embarking on my own challenge of working my way through the book. It's a long book....
I sat there at the bar feeling sorry for myself for about five minutes and then the bar man asked me what was up. I told him it was my birthday tomorrow and I wasn't looking forward to it. At that moment I realised that wasn't true. It was just a melodramatic Topher style reaction to my birthday that i've led myself to believe is normal. You would not believe the moping around that I did in the days leading up to my 30th!!
I had to give myself a virtual slap in the face, although the bar man looked like he was ready to give me one too. I suddenly realised; 'I've made it to the next one', and every day, let alone every birthday, is a precious and important event.
So, I asked Dominic, the bar man, for a special cocktail to mark the event. He didn't disappoint. He made me a few. One was so special that it doesn't even have a name yet.
So my lesson for the day kids is not to be all evangelic about seizing the day and all that but just remind yourself when those silly little first world problems get a little overwhelming, that there's a lot worse going on out there. Oh and if that's not enough, an Alaska No.1 might also help (see.... i'm starting at 'A').
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