Posts
I'm officially in my "mid-thirties" folks. I know, it's a doozy, it's a "big one", there's no going back now, and it's been AWESOME so far.
I've had some spectacular birthdays the last few years - rooftops in London; oysters and bacon around the campfire in Point Reyes; strip clubs (I was much younger!) - but D, my MAN OF THE YEAR, has trumped everything with the mouth-gaping, heart-clutching SURPRISE party he orchestrated on Wednesday night.
I can't believe I didn't even catch a whiff of the details...here I was thinking he was having an affair with a younger woman, all the working late, secretive text messaging and whatnot...so who's the 35-year old windbag jerk now? Guilty as charged.
He even got fancypants birthday desserts!
D knows his lady, and the uppercrust crowd she rolls with. Ok, uppercrust might be a stretch, but the spread was impressive and the lovely crowd that showed up on a foggy Wednesday night...we're talking QUALITY friends right there. Thank you to everyone.
So, there were gingerbread and cream cheese cupcakes from Miette, my favorite organically wallet-busting cake boutique.
Alex must have thought my boob was a cupcake. Oopsie!
Then there were the gold-flaked, death-by-chocolate cakes from Citizen Cake. And who can forget the balsamic strawberry ice cream pie from Bi-Rite Creamery! We needed a lot of surface area for all the candles. Jeez.
D even designed a Russian propaganda invitation poster with my grill on it!
I've had some spectacular birthdays the last few years - rooftops in London; oysters and bacon around the campfire in Point Reyes; strip clubs (I was much younger!) - but D, my MAN OF THE YEAR, has trumped everything with the mouth-gaping, heart-clutching SURPRISE party he orchestrated on Wednesday night.
I can't believe I didn't even catch a whiff of the details...here I was thinking he was having an affair with a younger woman, all the working late, secretive text messaging and whatnot...so who's the 35-year old windbag jerk now? Guilty as charged.He even got fancypants birthday desserts!
D knows his lady, and the uppercrust crowd she rolls with. Ok, uppercrust might be a stretch, but the spread was impressive and the lovely crowd that showed up on a foggy Wednesday night...we're talking QUALITY friends right there. Thank you to everyone.
So, there were gingerbread and cream cheese cupcakes from Miette, my favorite organically wallet-busting cake boutique.
Alex must have thought my boob was a cupcake. Oopsie!Then there were the gold-flaked, death-by-chocolate cakes from Citizen Cake. And who can forget the balsamic strawberry ice cream pie from Bi-Rite Creamery! We needed a lot of surface area for all the candles. Jeez.
D even designed a Russian propaganda invitation poster with my grill on it!
Please print and distribute as you see fit. Thanks to my sweet and tricky master of birthday ceremonies. I am one lucky ex-cougar. Stay tuned for details of my best birthday dinner ever. Hooray for 35!
3 comments:
uh, someone let white people in the apartment!
rest assured that your boobs are still in their twenties. holla.
D is a fantastic man. Too bad you can't clone him. That was the sweetest thing any one has ever done for you. He is a keeper. So glad you had a great and surprised time. Yoou better have saved Ole Mom a piece or two of all those yummys. Happy 35 Birthday My precious Daughter!!!!
Post a Comment