This 15th birthday thing has really got me depressed. Luckily we are entering the 2nd Great Depression so I'm not alone.
15 was the age when I first felt like an adult. I remember it very clearly and I think it was a major turning point in my life. It was the year I realized that there were no rules. I had a job so I had my own money, and while I relied on my mom to supply food and shelter, I also realized that she could no longer tell me what to do, how to do it, or where.
So watching my son enter this age is scary, and it doesn't help that it makes me feel very very old. And when you feel old, you find yourself being quite flattered when odd men in the camera store tell you that you look too young to have children, no less a 15 year old. Very flattered. Probably too flattered. It's hard not to contrast it with a time when I wouldn't even talk to an odd man in a camera store, no less long enough to get a compliment.
About 10 years ago I went skiing with my husband at Hunter Mountain. It was a weekday and when we bought our lift tickets, the man at the counter asked if we wanted the father/daughter special. Ha. Yes we did! And as you can see, I live off these compliments for years.
Back to the birthday. We had a fun and strange Japanese dinner on St. Marks at a restaurant I don't know the name because it was all in Japanese. However, they were kind enough to provide translation for the rules which include no masturbation or graffiti in English.
Dessert at Chika's new place across the street from the always memorable Chikalicious, called Puddin'. The adult chocolate pudding is DIVINE.
And finally, how fun to see E12th Street with no cars, as they closed it off for paving.