Birthday week!
My birthday kicked so much ass, although it did not start fantastically, it must be said. I woke up angry with the world - actually personally affronted - that I had to go to work, a mere day after getting back from Costa Rica and on my birthday, of all things!! I got to work and was a horrible grouch all day - generally grumpy, snippy with the news that we have less development time than I thought we would, annoyed that my pre-vacation instructions had not been followed to the T. None of it was really a big deal, but with the horrible offense that I should be expected to work, it was all just terribly dramatic. I got a huge number of happy birthday wishes that morning, though, which I think is all that bolstered me through the day.
I had nothing planned for the evening, but Gary suggested we go out for a drink and keep it low key. I had texted him while out of town bemoaning my lack of plans and he had promised: either something small on Thursday or something big on Friday. Monday is a stupid day for a big birthday, after all. Of course with my annoyed mood and him having to do a couple of late breaking things at work, we didn't actually end up leaving the office until around 7. Boo! I wanted to go to Sapa (fusion next to my apt, with great happy hour choices), but Gary had gone there last week so he suggested tapas at Pamplona, which was sort of surprising to me for some reason, but I went with it.
We got there, and I thought, oh look at that big group of people at that table next to the bar. We'd better find a seat not too close to them so they don't back their chairs into us every time they get up.
Um, yeah. Then I heard the "Surprise!"
And it was a surprise. A huge surprise. Apparently, while I was out of town, Gary and Wambui planned this - Gary looks after my apt when I'm gone, and he'd gone through my past eVites to see whom I'd invited, then my address book to get all of their email addresses. Wambui (who got the brunt of my grumpiness earlier that day - boy did I feel bad about that) somehow sourced the cutest happy face cupcakes (there is a story there, but it's a work thing) and it just ended up being one of the best birthdays ever... even if Dustin never will be able to have chocolate cake ever again.
The rest of the week saw lots of other going out for follow-up birthday partying. My friend Jen took me out, Jamie took me out (Craft - delicious!), Gant too me out to Morrocan... I have to say, if this is indicative of 30, I don't see why anyone complains. :>
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Beth Ballingall
food lover : world traveller : gamer : New Yorker : former Londoner : handbag lover : erstwhile soprano : geek
THIRTY!? You gotta be KIDDING me. OH! MY! GOD! Like totally ancient, right? Except that I got 10 years on ya, babe. Age ain't nothin' but a bullshit arbitrary number.