What was I waiting for?

Unnintended alliteration....

She didn't even call for my birthday, and haven't seen her all week long.  Is she mad at me?  Is it that she just forgot?

Gods...

51

Last Friday we went to La Feria de Chapultepec, yesterday I helped her with a taquiza.  It occurs to me that I never got to dance with her, but surely she has danced with someone since... Perhaps —nigh!, almost sure— with the guy she went with to that Briseiswise wedding.

Today I'm fifty-one.