It’s my birthday! Hooray for me!

Yes indeed, it’s that time of year again—birthday time! I’ve already had the party with my friends, so tonight is dedicated to a quiet meal out with Jeremy. We’re going to check out Pintxo People in the hopes that it lives up to all the good things we’ve heard about it (we’ve been downstairs for tapas and sangria several times, but we’ve never eaten in the restaurant upstairs). I’m very much looking forward to one of their spectacular cocktails, followed by some over-the-top tapas creations and a good red wine. Oh yeah.

You know, while every birthday obviously makes me older and older, somehow I seem to be enjoying my birthdays now even more than I ever have before. I mean, let’s face it, every day makes me older and older, but most days are just nondescript, whereas birthdays are great: you get presents, cards and happy birthday wishes from your friends and family, you may get a party, you may get taken out to dinner, and you get to spend the whole day swanning around saying, “It’s my birthday! It’s my day! Spoil me!” I mean, really, what’s not to like about that?