Here are the notes for Epilogue Part 1 of "On the Fine Art of Giving Yourself Advice", Getting Everyone Home:
I turned 50 years old today.
I spent my birthday at the zoo. There was a farm exhibit with pony rides, but none of the ponies was Rarity. I failed to convince Management to give me a refund.
Afterwards, I went to this hipster restaurant that specialized in bowls of macaroni and cheese for $25 each. It didn't taste like how they made it in the Old Days, so I shook my fist at the establishment after I left. (Yes of course I ate the entire bowl first. It was $25!)