Twenty-Two...Errr...Umm...I mean, 32
If you read this blog somewhat regularly you are probably quite tired of "hearing" me talk about my birthday. Well...it has now come and gone. I am 32 years old...officially. There were no major watershed event associated with the day. The sky did not fall, a meteor did not crash into the Atlantic, nor did not wake up with a bum back, or a face full of wrinkles (new ones anyway). Crisis narrowly averted. I don't know what I was afraid of. I am over it now...well...kind of. The day was nice and better than normal. After work (my brother, his fiance, my boyfriend and) I went out for dinner and a few drinks. It was really nice. We went to SOUL on Central, but there was a wait so we went downstairs into Twenty-Two (which is 10 years older than I now am...oh wait...I said I was over it...DANG). Twenty-Two is an art gallery/lounge/bar. I took some pictures to share. You should go if you are in the area. It's pretty sweet inside and has a great laid back vibe. After hanging out downstairs, we went up to SOUL where I proceeded to eat 3 times my body weight in tapas and martinis (delicious ginger mango ones)....it seemed like a good idea at the time. I blame the elastic waistband of the skirt. I didn't know I was that full because I was never uncomfortable. I was nice and comfy in my obscene gluttonous black-out gorge-fest. UGH.