Just arrived home after spending the weekend down in San Diego with my parents — Mom’s 60th birthday is tomorrow, and they decided to drive out and spend the weekend in SD because Mom missed seeing the ocean, so I went down to see them.  I get along really well with my mom, though there are some times when she really acts like more of a kid than I do.  It was a bit amusing (and perhaps a tiny bit embarrassing) when we went to the Birch Aquarium and she saw one of the stingrays moving his way up the side of the tank, and she was standing in front of the tank dancing in place, imitating the stingray.  We spent the past couple of days wandering around La Jolla, even climbing down the cliffs at Torrey Pines to get to the beach and seeing the seals on the harbor rocks, and we also went up to Mount Soledad.  I even got carded this weekend at dinner, which I thought was strange — not only am I well beyond the point of needing to be carded (though I’ve been told I look younger than I actually am), but I was also with my folks, so I figured I was a shoo-in for being clear for drinking.  (Though it’s hilarious to watch my folks get sloshed.)

Happy birthday, Mom.  You’re pretty damn special, and I’m proud to be your son.