So yesterday was my birthday (Happy Birthday to me!). I got a text message from a friend saying “Happy Birthday! You’re practically dead now.” Yes, 23 is definitely the new 95. And I plan to embrace it, as soon as I can get up from this blasted chair.
Anyway, it was a lovely weekend (with not a drop of rain or even heavy winds from IKE) which I’m sure you want to hear about in agonizing detail, yes?
In our time-honored (time = one year) Birthday tradition, Bart bought me no presents, but instead went shopping with me where I bought myself a pair of boots, two skirts, a sweater, and a shirt. And there was much rejoicing (and there will be many pictures, if my future-seeing eyes are seeing correctly).
We also checked out an Indian restaurant that Julie had recommended to me a while ago. We’d planned to go downtown, but the restaurant closed before I got off of work and also traffic was rather bad, since everyone was leaving the offices early due to the IKE threats. This restaurant was just a few miles from our house and it proved to be extremely delicious and relatively cheap. The naan bread was unbelievable. I think we will go back many many times. Come visit us, and we’ll take you.
And, because they knew it was my birthday, Get Smart finally opened in the dollar theater. It was a very amusing show. I really get a kick out of Steve Carrell (although not enough to actually watch The Office, apparently).
Bart made me breakfast in bed (where breakfast means Reese’s Puffs, because in my family birthdays are the one time where you can have really sugary disgusting cereal) and I opened some presents from my family, including some awesome shoes from Landen, a custom-made plaid pencil skirt from my mom (impressive, no?), two cookbooks, and a black cashmere sweater. Not too shabby.
To top the weekend of wild celebrating (and much homework) off, we went to B and Ralphie‘s where we had this cake. I made it myself (which apparently was wrong because it was my birthday) and it was almost a disaster as I put the cake in the oven and then thought “how weird that it had no baking powder or soda in it.” And then I looked at the recipe again and realized that, oh yes, it did. And so I took it out of the oven, scraped it back into the bowl, stirred in the extra ingredients and put it back in the oven. Whew, birthday disaster averted.