The best part of having my birthday party on Friday night
was that I still had ALL day Saturday to look forward to and continue my birthday celebrations.
My friends must also really love me.
Because after partying the night before, they all met me the next morning for a birthday breakfast at Emle's.
A special thanks to Tom for going half-sies on french toast and a breakfast burrito.
A perfect breakfast combo.
Another thanks for the entertaining magic tricks.
Which is still boggling my mind.
Next up was getting pampered with Laura as we got manis and pedis.
I gave her the recap of the party, chatted about life and discussed the morning birthday phone calls.
One of my favorite things that happened on birthday occurred because of the following conversation...
The day or so before my birthday I told Chase about my party.
He replied by asking "What kind of party are you having Lee?"
Thinking that ALL parties have either Peter Pan or Buzz Lightyear themes.
When I replied that I didnt have a theme, he informed me that I was having a Rapunzel party.
When I told him that I was having pinatas at my party,
he asked when he was getting to go to my party,
when I told him it was after his bed time,
he didnt get it.
He didnt understand how I was having a party that he wasnt going to be able to go to. Especially a party with a Jesse pinata.
In order to include him in the celebrations, my parents came over to Laura and Matt's house early on Saturday and we had a little party of our own to include Chase.
Full of playing musical chairs (Chase won.) and duck, duck, goose. Pretty amusing seeing the adults chase Chase (ha) around our little circle in the middle of the family room.
We opened presents and sung Happy Birthday.
Then the adults went off for a fabulous birthday dinner at Cafe Bizou.
We got spoiled with an amazing selection of appetizers and to die for entres.
Ill take some crab cakes, sesame seed crusted salmon and potato pancakes any day.
The candle lit ambiance would have made T. Hoyt giddy like a school girl.
My family went around the table and told me all of the things that they love about me.
I cried a bit and we all laughed. It was really sweet and fun.
My night ended with hanging out and chatting with Trom.
At which Tom insisted that for the last 30 mins of my birthday we go to MOP (make out point--although, no making out is allowed) to celebrate the last bit of my day. I was glad that Tom was insistent on still celebrating as much as we could.
And that was the end of my amazing birthday.
Probably my best one yet.
I dont know why people say they dread their birthdays as they get older, I love mine more with each year and they keep getting better and better.




























