If the past week, or heck, even the past three days, are any indication as to the general quality of my upcoming thirties...then bring it ON!
My last few days in Asheville went great; I'd found my groove with the city and managed to see and do pretty much everything on my mental list. I arrived home Thursday night refreshed and relaxed. I had Friday, my actual birthday, off from work, so I settled in slowly and went for a fun lunch with Cho to celebrate. The Prof came home from work around 5:30, and we headed to Dali Restaurant for tapas and sangria. Of course, we had to arrive at the geriatric dining time of 6:15 to get a table, and I missed a bunch of people calling to wish me "happy day." I really enjoyed all the voicemails during the car ride home, though, so thanks to everyone who called.
Saturday was MOSCOW CATS THEATRE DAY! Yippeee! The Prof and I had a lazy morning and then got dressed and drove to John Hancock Hall for the 1:00pm matinée performace. Inter-net, I will post photos, but I only have one word to describe the insanely entertaining feline and Eastern European antics of the show: WOW.
After 75 minutes of Moscow Cats, I needed a little recharge when we got home. I took a short cat (ha) nap and then dressed for what I thought was a casual dinner with The Prof, Cho, and Bobby Crocker. As we walked through Roslindale Village on the way to have a drink, the ChoBos paused right in front of our neighborhood cheese shop, a cute place that I raved about during my initial exploration of The Ros.
We decided to go in and check it out, but the door was locked. A woman came to the door and asked if we were with the private party. I said, "No, no" and started to walk awway. The Prof stopped me and said that, actually, we were there for the party. I thought he was being goofy and trying to get us into the shop so the ChoBos could see it. Ever clueless, I tried to leave twice before I realized that the private party was for ME! The Prof rented out the cheese shop, invited my nearest and dearest...and planned a classy wine and cheese tasting party for my birthday!
I was completely shocked. I've also never felt so happy, loved, or excited. A few photos:
Me and Bobby Crocker
Wine and cheese table shot
Jeffé, Sarah, Lil Kim, and Kevin
The Prof with his sisters, in age progression, youngest to oldest, from L-R
The NACHOS(!) and P. Natty
Two Queenies: Dairy and Birthday
I'll have that Prof with a side of (The) NACHOS
And the requisite photo of me in my SHIT shirt, sent from Ohio courtesy of The Polish Princess:
Just when I think that I am coming back to Earth, I arrive at work this morning to find:
Perhaps thirty just might be my best year yet...