My birthday began with a short and sweet trip with my family to the Botanical Gardens for the Sunday morning farmer's market, followed by a pleasant brunch at the Little Bread Company.
I got this goofy little card from my coworkers, with several comments of "they should've named you July!" and "skip the social media, go crazy in the physical world!"
Between meet-ups with friends, I took a nap on my birthday present.
It's a beautiful cherry wood four-poster bed with a wrought iron headboard.
In the afternoon, a couple of my friends from home drove in and we caught up over some lovely entrees and martinis at Bonefish Grill.
In a dual celebration of my birthday and Dr. Khadka's new research job in Germany, we celebrated with a delicious chocolate-covered chocolate cake.
Having been stuck living inside a GRE study book for too long, I didn't check which restaurants would be open on a Sunday, so our festivities at Theo's were cancelled along with the back-up plans for Bordino's and/or the Wine Cellar.
So instead, we hit up Brewski's, like the old days, and after some persistence from a certain friend, we spent an evening belting Tracy Chapman at Infusions.
Thanks to Zak for the following pictures.
Mitsi is a ghost, apparently.
Singing "I get by with a little help from my friends"
I don't know what's going on with Camilla here, but I like it.
The karaoke queen herself.
"Fast Car"
Infusions is in this narrow little cupboard of a place on Dickson Street. They have cheap drinks and crazy lights.
The pianist of Revolution Butterfly joined us and even took a solo himself.
Zak taking too much liberty with the camera.
Best birthday yet.
Little did we know we'd be back so soon for Camilla's birthday...
