A Very Merry Un-Birthday...

Birthday Week: Fun presents for each day of the week brought to me by Dave and his never-ending amounts of generosity and love. 

Friday:

I got home from my last and final day of Resto (insert: crowd cheering loudly) only to be whisked away for a secret dinner from none other than boyfriend. I had no idea where we were going, until we pulled up to the science center parking lot. Verbatim, this is what I said to my incredibly considerate and thoughtful boy, "really Dave, I don't want a corn dog for my birthday dinner." Yes friends, I am that big of an ass. Dave rolled his eyes and said look up. Yup, Space Needle, for a split second I would have preferred the over processed mystery meat wrapped in deep fried deliciousness. P.S. about 5 years ago I all of the sudden became scared of heights and I have a self diagnosed case of high anxiety...more on that later. Anyway, we went to the top where a literally almost peed my pants. The elevator shoots up and my stomach hit the floor. The day was beautiful and once I had a few drinks in my tummy the spinning and heights were a thing of the past. I enjoyed the best company a girls could have, lobster, drinks, and a view to die for!

Saturday:

I woke up to Dave smiling in my face. "Morning Birthday girl, want some breakfast in bed?!" Five minutes later I got a bowl of Cheerios with bananas in it...mmm. Dave went golfing with his dad while I enjoyed yummy Panyang curry with my favorite almost-sister-in-law. When I got home I got ready to go out with the ladies and tried on several scandalous outfits and of course decided on the oh-so-sensible J.Crew tank and jeans. Sheer bliss and fun was my night with the girls. These are the friends you dream about having when you are in high school. I have the most caring and hilarious girls. We went to pre-drinks and happy hour at Pesos that included a couple too many mojito followed up with a nice game of putt-putt golf. Ivy is freakishly competitive and this requires a visual: imagine a tall leggy blonde in white heels and a fabulous bag, holding a too-short golf club, with a Mikes Hard Lemonade in hand, a bit tipsy, trying to win at putt-putt. I had a hard time containing myself. She got so mad she threw my ball and club in the mini pond. We got in a every-guys-fantasy-girl-fight in the middle of the green about my ball and the result was Ivy knee deep in the ebola and fungus infested water searching for my sporting devices. Later we followed up the golf with Chopstix and several more fruity drinks and singing. Blissful really....

Sunday:

Real Birthday, real hangover...ARGH!!! Da's dad wanted to make me birthday letter pancakes at 8am and I took my pounding brain and pissed off body out on boyfriend. In the end we had pancakes and then a 3 hour nap. I woke up rejuvenated and ready to eat chicken at Mommy's.  With 5 loads of laundry on our backs, we has a glorious down-home dinner. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn, coleslaw, biscuits, and the oh-so yummy pink Champagne cake. Jealous and salivating? Side-note: The highlights of the night included my drunk G. Ma falling on the floor, her eating one of Georgia's dog treats, putting her fingers into 350 degree grease to pick at undercooked chicken, and repeating the same conversation 7 times before passing out while I blew out my candles. Such class. 

All together a lovely birthday week and so much more than I expected. Thanks to you all...