Thursday will be my birthday. I shall be 26 years old.
To celebrate, Andrew and I will attend a Boston Symphony concert to be conducted by Bernard Haitink. It will be my first concert lead by the Dutch master.
Before the concert, we will eat hamburgers at a Ruby Tuesday outlet (an odd birthday dinner, I know, but my choice—I like Ruby Tuesday hamburgers, and Andrew and I have not eaten hamburgers in ages, and I have a powerful taste for a good hamburger with lettuce, onion, tomato and bacon).
I am a very lucky guy. Everyone important to me is very good to me.
I can’t ask for anything more than that.