Happy Birthday, Dolo

What a rock star.

Happy 82nd birthday to my beloved grandmother Dolores. (No one ever calls her "grandmother" or "Dolores" but technically those are her names.)

While it's not exactly customary to make wishes for yourself on someone else's birthday, I hope that I manage to maintain an ounce of her humor, intelligence, grace, class, and general awesomeness when I am her age.

You are the best, Dolo. And now that you're OFFICIALLY retired, I can't wait to hang out. ALL THE TIME.  

P dot S: In honor of her birthday, I had lunch at Dolores Burrito here in Berlin. Not nearly as nice as being at her fancy schamncy Houston birthday luncheon, but I won't lie, it was good.