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The first e-mail I got on my birthday was from one of my closest friends, announcing to everyone she knew that she is looking for someone to take over the lease on her apartment because she has decided to move to New Orleans sometime in the next month (no job, no apartment, new guy). And as soon as I walked into the office, I was pulled into a conference call involving semi-extensive reworks to something we'd thought we'd finished the night before. Happy biiiiirthday toooo meeee.
But it got better, with a gift delivery from Amazon and a buzzing cell phone and a bottle of champagne and pink roses when I got home. And an voluptuous birthday dinner at the cozy and inviting Harrison, with biscuits and gravy and duck and warm pear crisp that had a single birthday candle in it. Tonight it's an art opening followed by drinks with friends and then more drinks with other friends.
Another year older. S'okay.
But it got better, with a gift delivery from Amazon and a buzzing cell phone and a bottle of champagne and pink roses when I got home. And an voluptuous birthday dinner at the cozy and inviting Harrison, with biscuits and gravy and duck and warm pear crisp that had a single birthday candle in it. Tonight it's an art opening followed by drinks with friends and then more drinks with other friends.
Another year older. S'okay.