Up in the 6s, Midnights workout, off to the cafe—Puhg was already there, a bouquet at my seat! I ordered a new orleans with cold foam. The barista told me they were out, but then he beckoned to me, down by the espresso machine. He handed me my drink and a tiny paper cup of foam, a secret reserve from the mini fridge. “Just can’t be public about it,” he said. What a special birthday treat! I decided to spend the morning journaling, writing in this blog, tweaking an essay, eating a chocolate croissant, blueskying a short story in a brand new notebook.
Got very nice texts from my closest summer camp friends, my family, a few other randos, my neighborhood chat sweetly popped off. Called the patio to confirm, we could reserve the gazebo for 6:30. Called the restaurant to confirm, a table for 18 at 9 PM. Got a heavenly mani pedi from 12:15 - 1. Dropped by the bank to pick up an envelope of single bills. Decided to focus and plow through revisions on me and AB’s script. I send her the new draft to go out to her entire team (!) seems like a good sign it’s dated, right on the cover page, May 19, 2025.
Laid out my outfit for the evening. I often pick my birthday clothes several days in advance. For all my high school birthdays I wore the same polka dot skirt and a pink t-shirt. In college I wore the same blue sundress over and over. In my 20s I’m sure I ended up in sweat shorts every time. Hollywood Alice has leaned into boots and bright rompers? This year I decided to go with my most comfortable but “nice” choice—a black sleeveless dress and pink button-up. I’m trying not to buy new things just because an occasion is happening. In 2025 I’ve only bought four items of clothing: a pack of socks, a pack of underwear, a Beyonce concert tee, and a Beach Bunny tank top.
Around 3:45 headed down to the grassy knoll. Hugged my special tree, laid down on the ground listening to Liz Huett, I think. I finished Women Who Run with the Wolves. Another good omen I bet. Hustled home for a Zoom with my activist group at 5. Turned the camera off so I could listen but also untangle my necklace.
Puhg walked me down to the patio, giving me a big hug and his credit card before we parted ways. Saw ER first! I ordered a slice of the birthday cake, of course! SM arrived like an imp, SW was in a vest holding a party bag. No gifts! I chided. She interrupted, “But my whole thing is not listening!” Fair enough, she got me a diva cup. JG pulled up a seat with a mule, JW came in hot from the office, BM ambled on in with a huge salad, KM announced she was there though she almost died by childbirth last month, GKD showed up a little frazzled but cozy, and finally LD sat her rump down with a huge cocktail and a fat slice of Oreo cheesecake. I had everyone go around the table and say what they did that day. A favorite past time of mine, as all my friends have such unique lives. Something I like about myself is I don’t really feel jealousy about friendships. In a perfect world, all my friends would be friends. JG texted me the next morning even, “You continue to have the best mix of friends.”
It was cheesy, but at 7:30 I pulled out a bunch of notecards. On one side, a friend’s name in pink Sharpie, on the other, three bullet points of why I’ve loved them this year. I went around, clockwise, briefly sharing my gratitude. I didn’t plan for this to happen, but of course everyone responded with a nice comment in return. SJ showed up 80 minutes late, but strangely, right when I got to her card. “I didn’t hear anyone else’s!” she yelled.
Cliff notes: I encourage people to go for it, I encourage people to believe in themselves, people like to talk with me, sometimes people feel conflicted about something so they reach out to me (surely Alice has thought about this and has an opinion), I create reasons to celebrate and brag, “there was a cosmic shift in my life when we met,” a couple people commented on how well I bring a group together (case in point!), I write because I love to write, I hustle, strong moral backbone, strong moral backbone, “I asked myself what Alice would do,” the last gal shared: “the strongest moral compass of anyone I know.”
KM followed up, “I trust Alice. When Alice says the world is ending, I believe her.” Everyone kind of nodded. Almost no one in the group is independently friends, but this they share—the burden of knowing me, a realistic and honest person. But then JW piped up, “I disagree!” JW said it bluntly, so the group contracted. But then she added, “I think Alice is pretty clear we can SAVE the world.” Then everyone relaxed, nodded more. It was 8:30 already so we had to get moving.
I hugged people as some peeled off to their cars, as SJ waited at the valet. It felt so silly, meandering in a pack down V—-. When we got to the karaoke spot, SK was seated at the huge table alone, soon he was singing Chappell Roan. CG came in rocking a pink hat, she was at the mic first. What a team player! I went second, “The Archer” of course. People got beers and soup and tofu and BS sang Gaga and brought an exec friend who is a huge Swiftie. He respectfully asked my permission to sing “Wildest Dreams” as they ate giant plates of noodles. CN killed Abba, girls who weren’t friends destroyed “Suddenly Seymour,” CS got the whole place going with “Bad Blood.” JC did “Love Story” justice. SJR came for exactly 23 minutes, one of my closest friends who clearly misjudged her time and was freaked out about a deadline. TM and G seemed a little bummed we weren’t getting much quality time (because I was dancing and screeching, can’t believe other people were just in the restaurant having dinner?). Puhg reminded me my birthday is about me having fun, not promising others they will have fun. I very much enjoyed ripping through the bridge of “But Daddy I Love Him.” DR left in a huff because the DJ kept bringing up her family to sing Thai tunes while his Celine Dion request wilted. Ten minutes later he ran back in, “I’m next” he said. No idea how he knew, but he got up, belted how it was all coming back to him, then jetted. The highlight of the night was hands down Puhg surprising me with Vanessa Carlton! The place went wild as he pointed to me and I clutched my little heart.
Around 11 everyone was clearing out. I did an “All Too Well” before walking home with our neighbors. A lovely evening. Even though they’re moving soon. Puhg went right to sleep, but I had a lot of adrenaline to pump through. Brought out my journal—ended up sort of just sitting, then taking a hot shower. I got the mail on Tuesday to find cards from my mom, sister, and dad. It's a new era, I hope.
