Thursday was my birthday.
The day started with a vivid dream about giving birth and ended with a (tiny) hangover.
Somehow I turned 32. Still not sure how that happened. On the upside, I actually got carded at dinner, so I'll let myself believe that I can still pass for 20...
Larry made me French toast for breakfast.
And spoiled me with gifts...
I got a surprise in the mail from a friend.
And hung out with my favorite boys.
We went to Old Town Alexandria to walk around.
And check out the Christmas decorations (and finish our Christmas shopping).
And stuff our faces with cupcakes.
My mother stopped by with more gifts. Gravy helped me open them. (He was practicing for Christmas.)
Then we went to Cafe Atlantico for dinner. I drank a fantastic Passion Fruit Martini infused with ginger-jalapeno vodka. Spicy!
We stuffed our faces with guacamole.
After dinner we went to Eat Bar.
And I drank a boozy pepperminty hot chocolate. And some wine. And some beer.
32. Holy shit.