I’m 50 and 7 days. God that’s old. The time is passing so fast. It feels like I never have time to stop and say wait a minute. Hold on.
So. For my birthday.
We had the yard sale.
I took a truck full of stuff to Goodwill.
I came home and showered.
Adam and I drove to the town where my restaurant is so that he could do a cake tasting. I think I’ve mentioned before he does wedding cakes. Last year he did one for a co-worker and the wedding planner loved it. So now she’s hooked him up with several more weddings that are all in and around the town I work in.
We drove to the town and he dropped me off at a hotel that my company owns that we were staying in for the night. I read Facebook and dozed while he was at the tasting. He got back to the room around 3:30 and we both napped for a while.
At 5:00 we got up, got dressed and went to my restaurant. We sat in the bar and had happy hour drinks and appetizers.
We went to a wine bar on the other side of the little town and met some co-workers of mine. We had more snacks and fun cocktails and had a great time. We laughed a lot. That’s a story in and of itself.
We drove back to the hotel and had dinner at the fine dining French restaurant that is in the hotel we were staying in. They were running behind on reservations so we actually sat at the bar and had another drink and they sent us out some snack. We were almost full by the time we were actually sat for dinner.
Dinner was amazing. I ordered things outside my comfort zone and enjoyed all of it. Because we were sat so late we were the last table in the restaurant. I felt bad about that but it wasn’t our fault.
We finished dessert and took our wine and after dinner drink up to our room.
We showered and settled in to watch Saturday Night Live. We watched the intro and both promptly passed out. We woke up a couple of hours later and the TV was on but the show was off.
We turned off the light and went to sleep.