Birthday Sandwich

The festivities for my birthday started on Friday, when Shelley took me out for a fancy dinner. We gossiped and laughed and drank wine and ate a lot of tasty food. They ended last night, when D.Jack took me out for a fancy dinner and we gossiped and laughed and drank wine and ate a lot of tasty food. In between, there was cocktail drinking and present getting and family members singing to me.

This is a crazy corny tradition in my family and one that I cornily get crazy excited about. At the end of my nephew's message to me, I heard my brother: "Say bye, buddy." Followed by Deckie's wee voice: "Bye Buddy!" Then Chris left me a good early morning message, saying that she hoped I was doing all the things I liked: breakfast with good people, booze, yoga, sex. Oh, I laughed and I laughed. Hilarity and cuteness is a very good way to start a birthday.

It is also a very good way to continue a birthday, and would describe the small gathering that Shelley held for me on Saturday night, at which were many cute people and many fun gifts (such as the amazingly fun Fashion Crimes Bingo, from J.) and many delicious drinks and snacks.

You may not know that I am what they call a lightweight, or "a cheap date," with regards to my drinking stamina. You may also not know, since I did not, that that if I have a reasonably-sized bowl of noodles and several delicious snacks I can, in fact, double my alcohol consumption without feeling particularly drunk. Which would be an advantage if said food also staved off the concomitant creeping hangover, where you feel pretty fine when you wake up and fucking awful by 3 hours later.

Still and all, what a great weekend. When you manage fit in most of the things that you're known for liking, it's really can't be too bad at all.