111

on tuesday, i was lucky enough to catch 5th floor grandpa on the homestretch to our apartment building. in our exuberant 30 meter stroll to the door, i found out that we share the 17th of february as our special day of age, cake & gift aquirement. but of course, being born in 1919 and all, the man has me beat by a showy pile of 69 cakes.
to celebrate the fun, we pretended to be abuelo & nieta when unknown neighborlady from floor 2 entered the elevator. i don't know how she came about to believe that a blue-eyed strawberry blonde could've been produced in alicante 21 years ago, but me & grandpa gave away the secret anyway so i could be honestly introduced.
and now this anecdote ends, with grandpa leaving the elevator at floor 5 and reminding me that his wife and him are so much more content to have my roommates and me living above them than those "noisy filippinos".

happy 111th birthday to us.