Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday. It was nice. It went more or less like this:

Morning cuddles with Yoshi. Then the mad dash to get ready for our days. We enjoyed a quick breakfast before school at Thorough Bread, which is where we also ate for last year's birthday. Their coffee was expectedly underwhelming. 

Then I met with a few of my Secret Breakfast Club parent-friends for a quick visit. 

I walked to work and enjoyed the sunshine.

My team brought me birthday treats! They know what I like.

M gave me a brownie and Maker's Mark. We laughed at the consistency of their branding, that the signature red wax was even on the tiny plastic, screw-top bottle. 

J brought Dynamo Donuts. I ate some of the Monte Cristo (ham, gruyere, jam) to get my savory fix and some of the Lemon Thyme donut.

Patty gave me a variety of chocolate bars. We ate a couple throughout the day. The quinoa bar was a "healthy" version of a Crunch bar. It was tasty. I appreciated the same crinkly sound the foil wrapper made when I opened it. A nostalgic sound of childhood.

Then it was time to shoot. This looks like some kind of pastry wheel. But no. It's a sex toy. That runs an electrical current through those spikes. I accidentally stabbed my finger with it. Very, very sharp. The hazards of my job. Here's the unedited image:

I was a little lazy with my editing (by this time I finished the little whisky bottle), but the image is good enough to go into production. Just don't look too closely.

I responded to every facebook post for my birthday. Over 80 thank-you's.

After work, I met MMB for drinks. I originally had no plans to do anything for my birthday, but he invited me out last minute. I hadn't hung out with him in a long time, so it was nice to catch up. We hit some gay bars.

I had 2.5 drinks, but I was pretty far gone by the time I got home. This is what I get for forgetting to eat dinner beforehand. I'm thankful I refrained from drunk-emailing.

I fell asleep by 11, but remembered to drink water and take ibuprofen beforehand.

This morning I only feel slightly gross. Welcome to 36.