Ok, so I hinted last week that my birthday was coming up. Well,
thankfully, it has passed and I finally feel able to post without
breaking into a long whine about how I'm going to start buying Oil of
Olay in bulk. The urge has passed, and I'm sure you're all thankful
that I willfully restrained myself. Consider it my birthday gift to
you, my devoted Cake Eater readers.
Although, I'm sure no one is surprised that I am, indeed, a Scorpio.
Heh.
Anyway, the big day was on Friday and, to be quite honest about it,
I've forgotten how many times I've turned 29: it's still in single
digits, but it's getting up there. Sigh. The husband and I kept it
pretty low key: we went out for dinner and a movie, which was really
quite the treat. Living in entreprenurial hell does not give one the
budget to go to dinner and a show very often. In fact, what used to be
our Friday night routine a while back hasn't happened since last
spring. A change of pace was served up, however, and we had a good
time. We went to go and see Team America: World Police. It can be summed up in one word: hysterical. Fuck Yeah! Obviously, it's not for everyone, but if you're a South Park lover, then this movie is for you. I miss you like Ben Affleck needs acting lessons. I miss you as much as Pearl Harbor sucked...
I'll leave you with two words that will intrigue you, but won't spoil
it for you if you haven't seen it:
"Matt Damon."
Next it was off to PF Chang's for a quick (and reasonably priced!)
supper. I always have the Crispy Honey Chicken, because I love it. PF
Chang's may not be the fanciest restaurant in town and it's at the
mall, of course, but since we don't have a car, well, our choices are
limited to either the neighborhood, the mall, uptown or downtown. I'm
tired of the neighborhood. We can't afford anything downtown, and Chino
Latino, one of my all time favorite restaurants in uptown (Lileks
needs to lighten up about the advertising and go have some Hot Monkey
Love---a deep fried snickers bar with vanilla ice cream and chocolate
sauce. Advertising complaints can land you in bed with some odd fellows)was
off the menu as well, since it costs a fortune to eat there. So, it was
either PF Changs or The Cheesecake Factory, which of course, had an
hour and half wait. Forget that. PF's it was, and I have no issues with
that: the food is good, the wine glasses there give you a half a bottle
to slurp at a shot, and I can smoke in the bar. What's not to love?
When we got home, the Doctor and ML had called and wanted to throw me a
party the next night. Woohoo! Always a good time, so we made plans to
head over there for dinner after we attended the nephew's 7th birthday
party across town. His birthday is the day after mine, and so we
moseyed over to Eagan to partake of flag football (which was a monster
hit with the eight, seven-year-old boys in attendance)and a cake with a
batmobile on it. Jealous was I, until we got over to ML's and the
Doctor's. The Doctor had a lamb roasting. Baaaaaaaa. There were
potatoes roasted in rosemary and butter. Fresh green beans. Wine, and
of course...cake! It was a lovely night with friends and I had a great
time. And, of course, there were presents.
I don't quite know where everyone got the impression that I would love
Barnes and Noble gift cards, but I have to say, I'm pretty damn happy
that they did! Hot damn! The sister-in-law gave me one, Mr. H. gave me
one and ML and the Doc gave me one as well, which leads in to what I
did today...
...which was to go and blow the whole lot at Barnes and Noble! Tee hee.
That was fun. I love buying books. It's such a treat. When I was
growing up, Mom was of the opinion that she wasn't going to blow a load
of money on books for a kid when there was such a fabulous library
system at hand. When I finally got older, and buying books was an
option, there was nothing I loved more than buying a book. I still love
it. It's great. I went hog wild at the store today and bought this, this, this and this.
In short: I've got enough reading to keep me busy until Christmas. So,
there is the tale of my birthday weekend. I may be another year older
(waaaaah!)and I certainly don't know if I'm wiser, but I had a good
time and that's all that really matters, isn't it? It eased the pain.