Yesterday was my 29th birthday (yes, I’m almost officially wrinkly) and Simone has started to notice a bit of an unfortunate tradition associated with my birthday.
It seems that the first restaurant (and often the second and third) that we try to go to for a birthday dinner is always closed. The last 3 years have all been pretty much the same (and it may have been before that too, just I don’t specifically remember, and didn’t make so much of an effort to do stuff on my birthday previously): Plan to go out, get ready, ring around or just rock up to a few places, find that the first (and usually second) choice venue is closed for the Christmas – new years period, get frustrated, eventually find something usually after some degree of cursing, eat.
Perhaps we just need to be more organised in future. Perhaps.