Celebrating my birthday this year has been strange and disjointed – yet still wonderful. I was in Utah for the actual day, but didn’t do anything because we had had a combination party a few days before that included my younger sister and my mom. Once Tom and I were back in the same state, he of course gifted me the lovely Peggy Sue, but despite all of that, I still wanted a birthday dinner with my husband. One meal where I didn’t have to hear whining and complaining about vegetables, or spend 20 minutes cleaning up the floor afterward. (At what age do kids manage to keep their food on their plates? Please don’t tell me 12.)
Thank goodness we have friends who are willing to step in and make things like this happen. They not only came over, but Steph gave us a ride downtown so we could both enjoy ourselves and not have to worry about driving home (we caught a cab that incidentally had a hilarious driver for the ride back). I had debated on trying somewhere new, but ended up picking Suba – the tapas place we enjoyed last year. It was all fantastic. The food, the live music, the drinks – even the rain stopped for long enough that we could walk a few blocks and enjoy a martini at one of Cafe Fresco’s sidewalk tables. The husband – he’s pretty fantastic too, and I’m very lucky to be the one attached to his arm on these rare date-nights. Here’s to another year – one that I’m sure will be even better than the last.
(Obligatory bathroom mirror shot for Marty)