I had a birthday this weekend. A prime year: 31. So far, it's been a fun year. Friday held for me balloons, a yummy chocolate caramel tarte from Pistacia Vera, lunch with my parents, almost constant interruptions leading me to stay after 6 to get some stuff done. Then I went out with five of my favorite locals for dinner at Till. We had fabulous wine and food, and I had the cake (really a trifle) above. I always feel good when I've got my grandmother's pearls on and my favorite perfume (I almost never wear it, because I'm forgetful, but it makes special nights more special). I ended the night listening to my friend's cover band, dancing and yawning, 'cause I was exhausted. I'm hopeful for a good year. I have no idea what it will hold. At the moment I can't see anything big or life-altering on the horizon, but then again I usually don't see those things coming.
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