My 35th birthday weekend was, in a word, spectacular. From start to finish.
Friday was brunch with my sister and nephew then some solo shopping wherein I scored two new dresses, a top, two new skirts and some great jewelry. After getting gussied up, The Fella arrived to whisk me off to a delicious dinner at a highly recommended restaurant, Chez Gaudy. Walking through the snow to dinner, it was so bizarre to think “It’s my birthday” because it has never snowed on my birthday. (Well, to be clear, it hasn’t snowed where I was at on my birthday.) We entered the restaurant only to be informed that they hadn’t had water all day and quite possibly we wouldn’t be able to eat there. We waited 10 minutes, drank some Malbec from plastic cups and then the word came through that water had been restored- hurrah! Birthday girl luck!
It turned out to be delicious and cozy and we definitely will be going there again. Afterwards, we went to a comedy show where we felt like we were surrounded by club bunnies and former frat boys. It felt strange and awkward. I don’t usually feel like a hipster but I did then and it felt so weird. The first two comics were pretty sucky. I was sitting there thinking, “this does not bode well” but the headliner was funny and inappropriate and we liked him. Phew!
Saturday was spent with my family at my apartment. My sis sewed curtains for my living room while my brother-in-law hung shelves and lighting. Finn was a non-stop source of merriment and The Fella did a good job keeping him occupied with peek-a-boo and tormenting the cats, not to mention loaning Finn his cell phone and teaching him to text. Come to think of it, what did I do while everyone was working? Oh right, I was there bossing everyone around. We took a break to have Grandma Cake made special by my sis and decorated with the help of Finn. It was delicious!
Later, we all met up with my friends at The Melting Pot where they made us wait for 30 minutes even though we had a reservation then shoved us into a table that was too small for our group. After Kitten talked to the host about our poor seating arrangement, they proceeded to bring some bubbly to our table and then gave me two shots of something apple-y to keep me from being annoyed that they didn’t have a larger table for us. I think I had six drinks? Damn, Manhattans are strong! No wonder I don’t remember much of the night. Kaply tells me that I was asking her if she uses lube for anal sex after I had just over-shared about my threesome when she promptly changed the subject by announcing she once dated a clown. (Dude, thanks for saving me from myself.)
Fondue and drinking don’t really mix. They tell you how long to cook the items but when you are 4 drinks in, you don’t pay attention to such details. You may feign attentiveness but really you are just trying to keep upright. I ended up with over-cooked meat that resembled an unchewable pellet and chocolate sauce all over the front of my yellow sweater. Let this be a lesson, kids. Don’t drink & dip.
I got home and stripped down to my birthday suit only to have mints fall from my bra. You know it’s been some kind of night when treats are falling from your bra. Or is that just me? The Fella claims I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I am so sexy when I am drunk. (Not.)
So it was grand- I got gifts and cards and egreetings and all your bloggy love. Thanks for being there. Thanks for making it special. And THANKS for winning me the free blog redesign!
I think I’m going to like this being 35 business.