It's a rainy day and a Monday, but no reason to be down. I am just enjoying slinking around, letting my body to recover from the weekend's effects. As long as the phone doesn't ring, I can keep flying under the radar.The birthday party on Friday was tres excellent. I opted for a Strawberry Shortcake theme, right down to my Brown Derby cake from Junior's. They screened Strawberry and Custard on top and it had 26 candles. It feels good to be 26 -- like a time to make decisions count, and to really consider pacing. (Although, ironically, not a time to abandon childish cartoon characters.) All through law school I felt young -- not just because the material was usually over my head, but because the average law student there had taken a year or two off. I sort of welcome the added responsibility, even if it's only perceived.
Not to wax on and on about the good fortune of friends and weekends in yet another post, but I could not have been more pleased with all the generosity that made for another memorable birthday.
Pink orchids. In a lilac vase, very modern and the first thing to greet my twenty-sixth.
Fresh fruit. Never got any in the mail before, but the scent when you open the box is unlike any other.
Martha Stewart and Magnolia. A year's worth of excellent baking is ahead.
The Naked Lunch. The funniest gift by far, not surprisingly conceived by Chad's wickedly clever mind. Jose said the book sucks. Well, now I will never miss another question on who wrote it.
Visitors from afar. Some having driven in excess of 120 miles, and bearing gifts.
Florence revisited. Going from Chi-town to Chi, Mel O. and I rehashed memories of the best summer ever over foie gras and lychee martinis.
The trickling in of well-wishes. Having enacted a rule that anybody living at least 1000 miles away from me is privy to the Ballpark Figure Birthday Phone Call, I got belated greetings as late as today. It's the thought that counts!
Chocolate, strawberries, and 501 French verbs! Party bags, streamers, birthday hats, all the frills... guess who 1) didn't have a childhood, and 2) is now taking French classes?
Spicy Szechwan. My parents never disappoint where our Sunday lunches are concerned. Although, this weekend we ate with their fattest friend and we didn't get to eat as much.
This picture says it all: random guy buys us all shots; Reyna's party favor successfully rolled out; and a comprehensive view of my favorite dress on its last official outing.Merci beaucoup, everybody. I love you guys.
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