Dean’s birthday is Monday. So is John’s, a business friend. Last year and this the two couples have gone to the same place for dinner to celebrate. We always enjoy our time with them. Conversation is lively, food is delicious, and we say “Happy Birthday” a lot.
While getting dressed, I remembered that for the last two years, I had worn the same white sweater to dinner for Dean’s birthday so I went to iPhoto to jog my memory so I would wear something different this year. Would anyone but me have realized? No. Did anyone else care? No. And yet, I do have a closet full of nice clothes and like variety even when there’s a year in between the occasions.