Phil's birthday was aptly full of spontaneous, adventurous fun - and dessert.
She is talking here - I don't remember about what.
Waiting for our table at the Carriage House
My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
(This reminds me of too many late, late nights spent at similar diners, with their parents, during our college days. Is this foreshadowing, or merely deja vu?)
(I am ashamed to admit he had to make it for himself. But I am proud to say he did a great job.)
Happy birthday to my love. You are the best.