Photo Intensive Birthday Post

I had a GREAT birthday.  I even captured it in photos, to share the joy.  It was THAT GOOD.

The day started off like any other, with me waking up.  But the whole "I can’t believe it’s only 6:00 on a Saturday morning and I’m awake!" scenario more fun was seeing this on my nightstand:

Or, rather, since I was laying down and didn’t have my contacts in, seeing this on my nightstand:

(Yes, I’m re-reading Harry Potter Book 4 before bed every night.  In the past two weeks, I’ve read Book 6, watched Movie 3, started watching Movie 1, and am now re-reading Book 4.  Don’t ask, I don’t know.)

After thanking Mr. Martini for the lovely gift (candles, a card, a chocolate lollipop – awesome) I was very lazy and did absolutely no housework.  And felt absolutely no remorse, because, HELLO, it’s my birthday!  La la la la la la la.

So, I finally decided to get cleaned up, and Mr. M and I went out for lunch.  I wore my new t-shirt, that I splurged and bought for myself from Glarkware last month.  Am I too old to be wearing something like this?  In public?  You’d tell me, right?

I actually counted the number of guys that took a second look at my boobies to re-read it (2).  Hey, when you’re my age, and it’s your birthday, I’ll take any excuse I can find to get a fellow to take a second look at my rack.  I’m not proud.

I should mention that at around 10 in the morning, while I was being all lazy, Mr. Martini suddenly got dressed and told me he had to run
an errand.  For CD cases.  For the CDs he’d made for castmates in his
show.  He was only going to be a minute, no bother, be right back.  I
am so gullible.  Because he came home about 20 minutes later with a
sweet surprise just for me.

I had mentioned weeks and weeks ago when I was feeling all nostalgic that when I was a kid, I always had an ice cream cake on my birthday.  My birthday is July 30th, typically one of the hottest times of the year, and who wants to bake a cake in that weather?  Mr. Martini remembered this, and actually ordered me an ice cream cake a week in advance.  I laughed my ass off at the writing, because it was so wobbly and goofy and underneath the blur my name was spelled wrong.  Mr. M was sooo upset, but I just thought it was funny.  Because it was.

We decided to eat the cake in the afternoon after lunch, since Mr. M had a show later and there wouldn’t be time to eat it before the performance.  So we lit the candles.  And y’all, nothing makes you feel older than when you see that lighting the candles literally melts your cake.  Look at the puddles forming on the white cardboard cake plate!  I’m ancient!  HA!

So I blew those puppies out as fast as I could.

Then, we dove in:

(Please, no comments about my mismatched dishes, or the fact that our coffee maker and water purifier sit on a thrift-store table in our dining room – we have that Bohemian Chic thing going on.  After years of Starving Artist Chic, it’s a definite improvement.)

That evening, I said adieu to Mr. Martini, who went off to entertain a sold out audience at his critically-acclaimed show (really!  Awesome, huh?).  I went to a restaurant to have dinner with a couple of girlfriends and talk about Johnny Depp and Tom Cruise and Harry Potter Book 6 as I had been bursting to do all week:

We closed the place down. 

(I should mention the restaurant/bar closed at 10:30.  Ten-thirty.  On a Saturday night.  Which confuses me, but I get to say "I closed the place down," which I never usually get to do, so, you know, AWESOME).

I headed home, and instead of catching the bus from the train, I walked through the Square and looked at the fountain.  This is what it looks like during the day:

This is what it looked like last night:

Pretty, huh?  I think so.

I made it home around 11:15, Mr. M was home by 11:30.  At 12:01, I said, "Well, my birthday’s over.  I’m going to bed."

And I did.

So that was my birthday.  I woke up to gifts, wore my new t-shirt, went out to lunch, ate ice cream cake, had dinner with girlfriends, closed down a restaurant, had a lovely walk home, and it was an absolutely wonderful day.

The best part?  Ice cream cake for breakfast this morning.  AWESOME.