happy birthday, jubs

this morning, jubs woke up with a sense of tingling anticipation. something was going to happen today. for a moment, he couldn't remember what. but then he remembered: today, jubs was turning old. old. the kind of old that can only properly be celebrated with a sackful of donuts and a meander through the inexplicably puddly streets of the lower east side. that's old, you know? but lucky for jubs, he knew just the right people to help him do it.


this is what today looked like:


first, jubs called. we decided to meet down at the donut plant for a birthday sack of donuts.



but first, we stopped at kossars for bialys. jubs went for the jubblesized special.



then it was jubs' gift time. some spectacular wrapping by the chiikster.



donerts!



old friends. sit on their park bench like bookends.
donut crumbs blown through the grass
fall on the round toes
of the high shoes
of the old friends.