The Birthday Cake. It was sitting here the day before my birthday and all I could do was look at it. Seriously Paula Deen? You want me to wait three days before I can slice that thing?!
What did I do on my birthday? I slept in a little because I wasn't feeling completely well, taught a private theory lesson, and later that afternoon I drove to Diana's Dancewear because I decided I was too old for the full-sole ballet shoes that they give eight-year-olds to wear.*
HE-LLO new Gishko shoes!** I constantly sing the praises to these fantastic Russian shoes that magically mold my flat sad feet into something pointed and etherial.
And then I broke them in. While composing a piece in an hour.
Do I write a birthday song? Maybe. I thought I'd stretch out the tune that was at the top of the Billboard charts when I was born, then added a trumpet tune over that. What I have below is the tape part.
Then it was time for cake.
Then baby octopuses.
And…maybe a CCM Percussion Ensemble concert.
*Apparently I overcame my caterwauling over wearing pink tights and have been going to ballet class for over a year now. Who knew? I love it.
**I'm saying this the way Anne Burrell would.