It is a very pathetic day when your mother's birthday is more exciting than your birthday. This year, for Kathy's birthday we went to Elway's steakhouse for dinner with some of her friends. This place is like discovery zone for cougars and retired persons. Everyone in there is living off of their alimony, their retirement check, or the money they get paid to do absolutely nothing all day; therefore they can buy a nice ribeye and copious amounts of alcohol. People in this category can get bombed on a Tuesday evening, and do nothing productive the next day and no one will notice or care. Getting drunk with 50 somethings with martinis and wine makes me want to be professionally retired.
The best thing that happened is when my father proceeded to tell me his predicament in purchasing Kathy's birthday present over dinner(and a couple of dry martinis). He told me that for her birthday, Kathy wanted a gift certificate for botox. Monte was debating about getting the botox, because Kathy wanted it. He then supposed that perhaps this was a trick and Kathy just wanted to be reassured that she didn't look old. Purchasing botox as a gift is hardly gracious, but rather insulting (especially for a 50 something woman). Monte got the Nordstrom giftcard, which is always a safe bet. On the way home, Kathy(after about a bottle of wine) inquired as to the reason she did not receive the botox coupons. So, the whole analysis we discussed over dinner was useless.
Moral of the story: botox is now a socially acceptable gift
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