Weekend of Birthdays and Repentance

No AYSO games this weekend, cancelled due to the High Holidays, no Parade Grounds for me.

There was an invitation for scrimmage but we didn't go. Sounds like a vegetable, a really healthy one. There aren't that many words that begin with scr. One is scrimshaw, the art of scratching designs into tusk or bone and filling the grooves with goopy black stuff. Way cool, fun for sailors in the doldrums who've tired of knot tying and weaving tiny baskets.

Sea crafts. That would be nice theme party for the winter months.

Attended family Yom Kippur services lead by Rabbi Shira at Beth Elohim, went through the alphabet of sins. Then on our way to a birthday party, drove through the alphabet of Avenues to get to a birthday party at Spartacus. Spartacus is not in Greece, it is in Brooklyn, on avenue Y. Why? because we like to flip, jump, and spin and bounce. On trampolines. (who put the tramp in trampoline?) You can jump from a springboard into a reservoir of soft spongy things. You can enjoy the decrepitude of Avenue Y north of Macdonald, if you like that sort of thing. Macdonald was a clerk who died after a chicken bone he swallowed punctured his intestine. Recall chicken bones. They are dangerous.

Sunday: birthday party at Chocolate Girl. The closest we get to Willy Wonka in South Slope. Darn, no Johnny Depp (weep). Partiers choose a mold, paint it with tinted white chocolate, fill it with Dark. Belgian. Chocolate. Choose cockapoo? cockatoo? cockateil? which one is the dog?, bear, daisy, alligator, dinosaur turtle or hot dogs molds, among others. The hot dog mold makes the funniest chocolate form.

We celebrate my birthday at Amorina on Vanderbilt in Prospect Heights. The waitress is stressed, poor thing, I guess they were understaffed. I am glad she doesn't lose it. We try not to create a superfund site with the Parmesan cheese, but it's hard to keep my toddler from dancing in the central aisle of the pizzeria. I drink a glass of wine, even with my cold, because it's now time to say good bye to sunny Apollo, (weep) and hello to harvesty Dionysis (hi). The wine I get is called Primitivo, it is jammy and spicy and smooth. That's what the menu says. I admit I enjoy the description more than the wine, but when your nose is congested it's easier to savor words.