My Dad’s birthday is three days before the birthday of my youngest sister. So we always celebrated the two together at Olive Garden.
I happened to be sitting between sister and Dad last year. Apparently I thought it would be a good idea to cover my face with a bucket in a half-hearted attempt to stay out of the picture. That makes sense, right?
This was one of the last pictures we have of Dad and I really miss him. But we made a new birthday tradition for youngest sister. We went to one of the fanciest restaurants back home, had grey goose martinis, and went to a symphony concert. Classy, right?
Olive Garden, you won’t be missed. Much. Although I do love your salad and breadsticks. And all you can eat soup and salad. Who am I kidding. I will also miss your Taste of Italy which really is not good italian food but I grew up thinking it was the best dish every. Funny how tastes change…