birthdays are for love

i had one of the best birthdays in years. not that all of my other birthdays were bad- to the contrary, i have always had kickass birthdays, surrounded by lots of friends and food and alcohol. huge drunk vacation birthdays. this birthday was exceptional and different because it was small and intimate and i remember most of it. it was just me and two girlfriends with some fancy dinner reservations. there was no pressure to talk to everyone or open gifts in front of a group or drink every drink that i was handed. it was simple and elegant, but, after creme brulee, quickly turned rowdy. we drank martinis (mine a free grey goose extra dirty), ate steak (mine a medium rare filet), and met boys (the one i wanted to take home was an andrew firestone lookalike. the one who sat with me on my front porch at 2 am looked like a young dustin hoffman. not bad). all in all, a perfect night, save for the hangover the next day and the zillions of people i only slightly remember drunk dialing. oops.

thank you everyone for making me feel so loved on my 29th.