Every autumn for the past several years, my dad has gone on a big golf weekend to San Antonio with his golf guys (I was going to say "golf men," but that sounded funny for some reason.).
This year, his golf trip happened to fall on his 50th birthday, and he asked if Mom and I wanted to meet him down there for a celebration.
Of course, I said of course!
And he's so funny, because he said, "If you want to check your calendar and get back to me..." And I said, "No checking needed! I'm in! Awesome idea!" And at least 4 other times between the initial invite and the actual weekend, he asked if I would still be able to make it, if I like the idea, if the driving would be okay, etc.
Dude. It's your 50th birthday. I'm there.
We had a really amazing dinner at Morton's Steakhouse. My lobster bisque was incredible and so rich that I'm ashamed to tell you that I didn't finish it. But look, part of that was because I knew I had the braised beef short rib with jumbo sea scallops coming. The scallops were the best I've ever eaten. The surprise of the night was my horseradish mashed potatoes. They had just enough kick to make you sit up straight but not enough to activate your sinuses.
Oh, and the other surprise was that our waitress brought a lemon souffle for the birthday boy.
We had so much fun just doing what we do, which is basically 1. eating, and 2. cutting up.
Whose great idea was this, anyway??
Happy birthday, George!!
