The older I get, the more I am a proponent for extended birthday celebrating. In fact, I've grown to believe that the entire month of January exists like a box that holds this timeless phenomenon known as 'my birthday'.
Not really.
So since said phenomenon occurred on a Monday, we naturally got this party started on the previous Friday. I believe the time was approximately 10:03 when the first batch of birthday flowers came knocking on my door at work. Such scandal was caused in the office that I was forced to feign productivity for the rest of the day! When interrogated by each passerby as to the mysterious origination of this fragrant gift, I coyly made note that I had secretly eloped with a foreign world power agent. The story grew with each new visitor, until finally I was married to the mafia and already expecting my third child.
Not really.
Friday night brought dinner and a movie with aformentioned foreign world power agent. Saturday night brought me a homemade dinner and birthday strawberry trifle made by my personal Top Chef and big sister. Sunday brought lunch with good friends - some I never get to see because they live too far away. Sunday night brought dinner with additional good friends, and a hearty rendition of Happy Birthday sung off-key by the entire Franklin Cracker Barrell dining room.
Transition to the big day...
Monday was the icing on the allegorical birthday cake. No work and all play makes birthday girl happy all day. Big sister brought second batch of birthday flowers - 30 roses in pink, red and peach, compliments of those 2 crazy kids responsible for the last 30 years of my life. Then she whisked me away her in sleek green mommy-car to Mere Bulles, where we used our personal connections to score primo seats by the crackling fireplace. MB has the best crab bisque in town, by the way. That is something that must be said anytime this restaurant comes up in conversation. After capping off lunch with a tall cinammon dulce latte at Starbucks, we sauntered over to our mani/pedi appointment at Magic Nails. These girls really know what their doing. That's really all I'm gonna say about that. Well, that, AND, it was one of the most fun girly things I've ever done. Actually, second most fun to the hour long massage I did next at Elysium. You read me right. 60 minutes of pure relaxation. Worth every penny. Some of those pennies were even compliments of my roommate - thank you very much Holly!
Monday nights I tutor a Korean woman named Seon-Ok - she is learning English and we use the Bible as our primary practice tool. She was so kind to remember my birthday and gave me some Korean goodies like instant coffee and wafer-cream cookies. I haven't tried the coffee yet, but the cookies are muey delish! After we studied some, I met the girls at Bonefish Grill in Cool Springs. I had the Mahi Mahi Imperial, finished off with Key Lime Pie. I officially stated after inhaling every bite, "I will never eat again." And I haven't.
Not really.
I would have returned to work on Tuesday sporting post-birthday depression, except for the fact that I only have to work 3 days this week, and I have a long weekend in Gatlinburg with 50 of my closest friends to look forward to. Not to mention the Superbowl on Sunday night with an imminent Colts victory knocking at the door. I just heart Tony Dungy. What I'm really not looking forward to is returning to work next Monday. Talk about post-everything depression.
Fortune cookie say: "It is fairly certain that I can now die a happy girl."
Not really.
So since said phenomenon occurred on a Monday, we naturally got this party started on the previous Friday. I believe the time was approximately 10:03 when the first batch of birthday flowers came knocking on my door at work. Such scandal was caused in the office that I was forced to feign productivity for the rest of the day! When interrogated by each passerby as to the mysterious origination of this fragrant gift, I coyly made note that I had secretly eloped with a foreign world power agent. The story grew with each new visitor, until finally I was married to the mafia and already expecting my third child.
Not really.
Friday night brought dinner and a movie with aformentioned foreign world power agent. Saturday night brought me a homemade dinner and birthday strawberry trifle made by my personal Top Chef and big sister. Sunday brought lunch with good friends - some I never get to see because they live too far away. Sunday night brought dinner with additional good friends, and a hearty rendition of Happy Birthday sung off-key by the entire Franklin Cracker Barrell dining room.
Transition to the big day...
Monday was the icing on the allegorical birthday cake. No work and all play makes birthday girl happy all day. Big sister brought second batch of birthday flowers - 30 roses in pink, red and peach, compliments of those 2 crazy kids responsible for the last 30 years of my life. Then she whisked me away her in sleek green mommy-car to Mere Bulles, where we used our personal connections to score primo seats by the crackling fireplace. MB has the best crab bisque in town, by the way. That is something that must be said anytime this restaurant comes up in conversation. After capping off lunch with a tall cinammon dulce latte at Starbucks, we sauntered over to our mani/pedi appointment at Magic Nails. These girls really know what their doing. That's really all I'm gonna say about that. Well, that, AND, it was one of the most fun girly things I've ever done. Actually, second most fun to the hour long massage I did next at Elysium. You read me right. 60 minutes of pure relaxation. Worth every penny. Some of those pennies were even compliments of my roommate - thank you very much Holly!
Monday nights I tutor a Korean woman named Seon-Ok - she is learning English and we use the Bible as our primary practice tool. She was so kind to remember my birthday and gave me some Korean goodies like instant coffee and wafer-cream cookies. I haven't tried the coffee yet, but the cookies are muey delish! After we studied some, I met the girls at Bonefish Grill in Cool Springs. I had the Mahi Mahi Imperial, finished off with Key Lime Pie. I officially stated after inhaling every bite, "I will never eat again." And I haven't.
Not really.
I would have returned to work on Tuesday sporting post-birthday depression, except for the fact that I only have to work 3 days this week, and I have a long weekend in Gatlinburg with 50 of my closest friends to look forward to. Not to mention the Superbowl on Sunday night with an imminent Colts victory knocking at the door. I just heart Tony Dungy. What I'm really not looking forward to is returning to work next Monday. Talk about post-everything depression.
Fortune cookie say: "It is fairly certain that I can now die a happy girl."
Comments
Seriously, though, I'm very excited for you (not jealous at all) and I think you're so lucky to have so many great friends & family members that help you celebrate in such a beautiful & memorable way. *sniff, sniff* Wow, really beautiful. You're so lucky.
And Lisa, husbands can be taught the proper way to celebrate their wives' birthdays...believe me, I know!
I'm glad that some peeps get the full-nelson. I got barbecue and later that night, ten minutes of INCREDIBLE......ice cream. But hey..i'm old..too much excitement might send me deeply into the arms of morpheus, ya know.
so..enjoy it now. Old will come.
Peep into my birthday blog for some beautiful ecards and other interesting info.
Emily - are you pursuing the 'gay male 20-40 demographic here?
congrats, nice to have a weekend like that, what will you do when you are 40? thought about plans, yet?
oh yeah,my comment (this is not it, but PLEASE switch to WordPress and bring your sister wit' ya): so, are we going to revel in the joys of 30-ism for week and not share any more with our friends???
i'm not sure that comment was worth it..