Birthday summary!
As remembered ten days later!
Or even more!!!
On Friday, the 17th, I went down Cherry Hill way to join Demi and Donnie for birthday sushi. I had hoped to repeat the massive sushi buffet of last year, but apparently Demi and James had sushi for lunch that very day, so she wanted to at least have other options. Also, James and Corin would not be joining this year, so the "all-you-can-eat, embarrassment-of-riches sushi platter" approach would've been wasted on us.
Thus, to Kabuki we went. I still got sushi. All was delicious.
Oh, I was also kinda sick.
Been dealing with this stretched out, low-key cold for days. But it was just to the side of unobtrusive enough that I pushed through, because BIRTHDAY, GODDAMMIT
The evening began with a trip to a craft store (probably Michael's, but it wasn't Hobby Lobby, which is the important part), wherein I impulsively purchased and adorable and delectable tiny paintbrush, far tinier than anything I owned, and yet with a tapered handle that widened out and made it delightful to pretend using in the store. It felt so good in my hand that I spent what little money I had on it, believing that it would get me back into painting after nearly a year.
(Ten days later, and it has yet to have its intended effect on me.)
Then there was MISO SOUP, KANI SALAD, and HOLY YES SUSHI.
I forgot what the roll was called, but it tasted like HOLY YES.
Hadn't seen Donnie in a while, as he lives on the road as a truck driver, and also in Oklahoma. That being his life, I was the one able to bring him the Good News that, yes, CLONE WARS IS COMING BACK.
"They're making new episodes," I told him.
"What?!" he said. "How can they do that?"
"With computers!" I said.
The evening ended in Barnes and Noble, just because it was there and still open, basically. It was a good time.
Saturday I did the traditional out-to-steak-dinner with the parents and grandmother. Longhorn, filet, sweet potato. It was as it should be, and managed through my sickness and the surrounding horrors well enough. Because STEEAAAAK
Sunday, my birthday proper, was celebrated with a tea party. I wasn't necessarily the mad affair of 2007, but I wore my hat nonetheless. I also wore my Joker tailcoat, despite it being August, because if you invite me to a tea party, you better be ready for some real shit
The party was, in fact, just me and Julia, held at her house. She also invited her friend Charlie, but he ended up not being able to come -- which was too bad, considering the quantity of scones and cupcakes that were prepared, to say nothing of the assloads of tea. Julia (who left that Friday for her semester abroad in London and takes on way too much all of the time) forgot to procure the necessary items for the tea party, and so delegated the tea responsibility to her mother. She had asked me beforehand what kind of tea I like (Twinings Earl Grey was my favorite, I told her -- hoping that would be enough to avoid the dreaded Bigelow Earl Grey, yet not demanding anything because I was just honored she'd put on a tea party for my benefit), so her mother got two boxes. Evidently, she wasn't sure which was the right one. They were both Twinings Earl Grey; one just had "new look, same great taste!"
So I was sent home with, among other things, approximately 143 bags of tea.
Why her mother got such industrial quantities, I do not know. But I am set for tea for the rest of the year, at the very least.
Julia made scones, which were awesome, and chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting (because I am who I am). There was huckleberry jam and her grandmother's homemade biscotti and chocolate giant snowflake things, the correct name of which escape me, but all of it was great and we had lots of tea in beautiful little teacups. It was a lovely little evening.
So good birthday! More low-key than last year, which was more low-key than the year before, but all with their own spirit of great times with great friends.
hooray
Or even more!!!
On Friday, the 17th, I went down Cherry Hill way to join Demi and Donnie for birthday sushi. I had hoped to repeat the massive sushi buffet of last year, but apparently Demi and James had sushi for lunch that very day, so she wanted to at least have other options. Also, James and Corin would not be joining this year, so the "all-you-can-eat, embarrassment-of-riches sushi platter" approach would've been wasted on us.
Thus, to Kabuki we went. I still got sushi. All was delicious.
Oh, I was also kinda sick.
Been dealing with this stretched out, low-key cold for days. But it was just to the side of unobtrusive enough that I pushed through, because BIRTHDAY, GODDAMMIT
The evening began with a trip to a craft store (probably Michael's, but it wasn't Hobby Lobby, which is the important part), wherein I impulsively purchased and adorable and delectable tiny paintbrush, far tinier than anything I owned, and yet with a tapered handle that widened out and made it delightful to pretend using in the store. It felt so good in my hand that I spent what little money I had on it, believing that it would get me back into painting after nearly a year.
(Ten days later, and it has yet to have its intended effect on me.)
Then there was MISO SOUP, KANI SALAD, and HOLY YES SUSHI.
I forgot what the roll was called, but it tasted like HOLY YES.
Hadn't seen Donnie in a while, as he lives on the road as a truck driver, and also in Oklahoma. That being his life, I was the one able to bring him the Good News that, yes, CLONE WARS IS COMING BACK.
"They're making new episodes," I told him.
"What?!" he said. "How can they do that?"
"With computers!" I said.
The evening ended in Barnes and Noble, just because it was there and still open, basically. It was a good time.
Saturday I did the traditional out-to-steak-dinner with the parents and grandmother. Longhorn, filet, sweet potato. It was as it should be, and managed through my sickness and the surrounding horrors well enough. Because STEEAAAAK
Sunday, my birthday proper, was celebrated with a tea party. I wasn't necessarily the mad affair of 2007, but I wore my hat nonetheless. I also wore my Joker tailcoat, despite it being August, because if you invite me to a tea party, you better be ready for some real shit
The party was, in fact, just me and Julia, held at her house. She also invited her friend Charlie, but he ended up not being able to come -- which was too bad, considering the quantity of scones and cupcakes that were prepared, to say nothing of the assloads of tea. Julia (who left that Friday for her semester abroad in London and takes on way too much all of the time) forgot to procure the necessary items for the tea party, and so delegated the tea responsibility to her mother. She had asked me beforehand what kind of tea I like (Twinings Earl Grey was my favorite, I told her -- hoping that would be enough to avoid the dreaded Bigelow Earl Grey, yet not demanding anything because I was just honored she'd put on a tea party for my benefit), so her mother got two boxes. Evidently, she wasn't sure which was the right one. They were both Twinings Earl Grey; one just had "new look, same great taste!"
So I was sent home with, among other things, approximately 143 bags of tea.
Why her mother got such industrial quantities, I do not know. But I am set for tea for the rest of the year, at the very least.
Julia made scones, which were awesome, and chocolate cupcakes with chocolate frosting (because I am who I am). There was huckleberry jam and her grandmother's homemade biscotti and chocolate giant snowflake things, the correct name of which escape me, but all of it was great and we had lots of tea in beautiful little teacups. It was a lovely little evening.
So good birthday! More low-key than last year, which was more low-key than the year before, but all with their own spirit of great times with great friends.
hooray