Chiefie's Birthday 2007

 

It's the Chief's 96th birthday today -- or his third, depending on how you look at things. The Plotniks toasted him over the holidays, and are thinking about him this morning.

Last night, Team Plotnik went to La Ciccia for dinner. Some of it was delicious. It was a red-letter evening all around, because everyone was together in one city in one spot for one countable period of time. Afterwards, BZ went to a party and PD and 5H intended too, but...well, you get tired earlier than you expect sometimes. So Five Plotniks watched the fireworks over the city at the stroke of midnight, while four drank a celebratory vodka cream and the fifth waited for hers a little while later.

These are special moments. Everybody knows it. All of us also know how lucky we are. If 2007 can possibly be as good as 2006, The Great Plotnik will be a righteously happy man.