After enviously watching so many of my dear friends turn fifty with such grace and aplomb, I am happy to finally be taking my turn at this momentous birthday! I had planned to collect photos of the number “50” and post them all over my page today, but I should have started long ago. The only “50’s” I could find last week were “-50” for the sale windows, and although I am frequently about 50% off, I didn’t really want to make a grand display of that fact. Perhaps I will keep looking and post them randomly as I find them, just to remind the world that I am now a Grande Dame of Fifty, and worthy of its respect, or sympathy, as the case may be.
In celebration of this event, Mark landed in Paris from New York and four hours later was back in the air, on his way to Venice, with me, his aging bride. I was completely surprised- thought for sure it would be London, as we had briefly discussed. I had never been to Venice before, and it was so cool to be there in an hour and a half. Unfortunately, it was even colder in Venice than it had been in Paris. As our guide told us, they only have about 10 days in the summer and 10 days in the winter when it is unbearable, and we happened to hit one of those. We made the best of it, though, and thoroughly enjoyed our 4-hour city tour , as well as our lovely hotel, good food and wine, and the festive ambiance of Carnival. Here are a few photos.
So, it was grey, almost dark, raining, choppy, and ffffffffreezing . Fortunately, we were met at the airport and within ten minutes were in this gorgeous wooden speed boat, heading toward Venice, However, as I glanced around the boat and noticed not a sign of a life-preserver, I got a wee bit nervous. As cold as it was in the boat, it would have been a heck of a lot colder in that water. Those were my thoughts as we chopped toward our hotel.
It was a wonderful birthday celebration and my sweet husband planned it all by himself, totally surprising me.
So here’s to 50. And to Pam Dunn and Kirsten Anderson and Princess Diana and Whitney Houston and Gilda Radner and all those women we knew and loved who didn’t make it to 50- here’s to you, too. Fifty is not the new thirty. It’s the new lucky.