Pony Ride

As we speak, The Great Ducknik is enjoying The Great Plotnik's birthday lunch with MizMush and Silent Bill, while Plottie is in Stiletto City eating some pretty darned good leftover Thai food from last night.

You might say to yourself: but why is Ducknik eating Plottie's meal, the meal he began earning too many years ago on this very day at exactly 9am? It's not her birthday, is it? Why, no, she had hers not that long ago. So. (you might continue on with this thought), why wouldn't she simply say: "Thank you so much for the invitation, dear friends, but my beloved husband is out of town visiting his aging mother so it would not be proper for me to indulge myself on such an occasion."

Actually, it's not Ducknik's fault -- the invitation came several weeks ago and Plot accepted, but he didn't write it down, so when he realized Sunday and Monday were the only free days he had to go visit his Mom before he and Duck head East, he figured he should take advantage. Yes, it's true, he forgot about his own birthday. He has the brain of a walnut.

But it was a sweet birthday anyway, and it's delightfully hot down here. Last night Shmeckl and Little Bear drove down from Westlake, where they had been at a brunch, and took Plottie and Mummy P. to dinner at Chan Dara, the Thai restaurant on Cahuenga where Plot and Duck had taken Mummy P. and The Chief many times over the years. Every time they went to Chan Dara, The Chief would empty his plate and everyone else's, lick his lips with satisfaction, then whisper to Mummy P. as they were leaving: "Please don't make me go to this place any more. I don't like the food."

Dinner was fun, and it was extra special because Plot's brother had made a lot of effort for everyone to be together. Plottie got a beautiful card from BZWZ on Saturday and spoke to PD and also to The Great FiveHead this morning -- she is is also in Stiletto City working on a commercial until Thursday. She'll get back to Brooklyn just about the same time that Plotnik and Ducknik are arriving.

And meanwhile Isabella got to ride on her first pony yesterday in the Staten Island Zoo, and then wanted her dad to tell her the story of "How Isabella Got to Ride Her First Pony in the Staten Island Zoo" when she went to bed last night.

Plot is feeling really good today. He raises a glass of organic imitation free range almost real liquid to his fellow Plotnikkies: Cheers! (Clink!)

(And he's really happy Ducknik could go out for lunch today. Everybody Wins!)