Yesterday was my 28th birthday. Something about that seems really…adult.
I don’t really know how grown-ups are supposed to act, but I am working on it. That meant drinking water all throughout Saturday night as I celebrated. Also, I didn’t fall even one time. I am a lady.
What I do know is this: I looked around the crowded bar Saturday night and I felt incredibly lucky to have so many amazing friends. I was throwing the party with Cindarella, one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for, and everyone was having a great time. I felt really loved. Life? It isn’t so bad.
Then I snapped the hell out of it and continued drinking…birthday are not for self reflection, but mindless drunkening.
Yesterday, I spent the day with three of my most favorite people and doing what I do best…eating. The day started with brunch at Ardeo with Irish Lebowski. They’ve recently revamped the brunch menu and they seem a bit off balance. While my butternut crostini was delicious, everything else was subpar. The custard toast was soggy and burnt (a tough combination to pull off) and our food took ages to arrive. I was a bit let down–Ardeo is usually better than what I experienced yesterday–but I enjoyed the company and harnessed my chi about the whole ordeal.
Dinner was with Aunt LifeSaver and SuperBoy at the always tasty Comet. God, I cannot get enough of those melted onions…all I really need is some pizza and a wheat beer and I am a happy little clam.
Finally, Cindarella picked me up for a late night treat at Buzz and I had the best carrot cake cupcake…ever. Nutty and full of raisins, it was perfectly moist with just the right amount of cream cheese froting. Also, isn’t that carrot on top just adorable? I was in heaven.
If the next 28 years are like this weekend, I think I can handle being an adult.