Happy birthday to me & Abdul

   Southwest Airlines stranded in St. Louis and sent me to the Marriott. The shuttle driver was great. Turns out it was Abdul's birthday, & when other shuttle passengers boarded, I played "telephone" and passed on the word. Once the bus was full and we were on ur way, everyone began to sing Happy Birthday! And when they learned that mine is tomorrow, they all sang again... Three times total!
   A young guy on the bus guessed me at 22. And no one believed me when I revealed my true age. Nice! 

   Birthday Eve dinner was Maple Macintosh, St. Louis's famous toasted ravioli, and a spring mix with goat cheese at the Marriott. I could do worse, for sure!

   Staying in St. Louis was not the plan... But at least they have a king size bed. Which is slightly more comfortable than mom's couch will be, I bet...