I hope you’re not hungry. Or tempted by visions of sugary treats. If you are, on either count, this might not be a good day for you. For the rest, let’s go!
I celebrated my birthday last weekend with my family, and the kids were with The Ex this weekend, so my actual birthday (Saturday) was filled with friends. I seriously think this might have been my favorite birthday to date, from the time the clock struck 12:01 am until the time I went to bed. Just a great day on so many different levels. I’m a very lucky girl.
Once a month, I get together with a group of friends from high school. For our July get-together, the date that happened to work for everyone was my birthday. We started our night out with dinner at a new-to-me Japanese buffet. An amazing array of food, I had my first foray with octopus and Japanese eggplant (both successful).
My friends are very used to me taking pictures of
everything food, so they have gotten into the habit of styling their plates now, for the very best possible shot. Love that! These shots are my friends’ plates because my own was way too messy each time I refilled it to share it with you.
(my octopus, so yummy!)
After dinner, we headed back here for cupcakes, cocktails and chick flicks. And all were plentiful. We actually ended up collecting cupcakes from five different cupcake shops, C’Mere Cupcake, Hey Cupcake, Sugar Mommy Cupcakes, Crumbs and Stuffed Cupcakes. So many choices, where to start?
I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much. Oh right. Probably last month. But last night was better. Maybe it was the sugar. Or the Abruzzos. Or the company. Or everything all put together. But it was crazy fun, filled with side-splitting, can’t-catch-your-breath laughter. The festivities were finally over when I crawled into bed at 1:30 am. The alarm clock went off a little too early today. Back to the gym. I actually went three times over the weekend, just to ward off the damage I knew I was going to do Saturday night. But you only turn 40 once, and a birthday only comes once a year, so I was going to do it, and do it right. I love birthdays. Mine. Other people’s. Doesn’t matter.
Tomorrow? Another birthday, and then we’re done … for a little bit anyway.