“It’s my birthday”
I consider Caroline my adventure girlfriend. For with some regularity we are off together in local or distant exotic or metropolitan places. Manhattan, Berlin, Barcelona, Philadelphia, Death City. But in fact most of our time has been spent here on the commune where she (and Sarva the ball python she shares with Willow) live right across the hall from me at Tupelo.
Last night was Caroline’s formal birthday party at Tupelo and i realize this was one place i wanted to be honoring and appreciating this amazing woman who has been my ally and intimate for many years.
Caroline is Willow’s longest primary (except for Spot who does not live here) and last night when i showed up at a bit late for the party Willow was upset.
Unlike me, my son is something of a clothes horse (we presume he gets this from his other dad). When he got to Tupelo (well before me) and found out it was a dress up party, he was agitated that we had not stopped at Morning Star to get him decked out for the event. He and i zipped back down and he pulled out a black shirt and then took out a red bow tie. The event was billed as black tie and he said to me. ”I know it is supposed to be black tie, but i want to wear this red bow tie and Caroline is wearing silver!”
Indeed, dressed in a tight small silver dress with heels that made her the perfect height for me to kiss, Caroline was the belle of her own ball.
Educated at the “Harvard of the South” she is an artist, a DJ, fluent in French, a yoga teacher, a belly dancer, a seamstress, a public speaker, a globetrotter and a very special type of princess.
The second time Lady Gaga’s bad romance came on, and almost everyone rushed to the dance floor. I said to Caroline, “didn’t you play this before?” She shouted over the hoard of ecstatic dancers “It’s my birthday” Indeed it is. Happy b-day Caroline, thanks for adding adventure to my life.