You only turn 25 once, well 6 times for me. I love birthdays, or in my case, birth weeks. it’s a celebration of life, milestones and reflection. This year I took a week off work to celebrate, and decided to have a lil “staycation”. I wanted to make sure I had time to do what I love to do. As a foodie and a lover of friends and family, it was a given that I spent everyday indulging in both.
I think I ate out for five days straight. Everything from snow crab legs at Chickie and Pete’s to cobb salad at Chili’s, and everything in between. The highlight of my dining came from someone who unexpectedly sparked my interest. She effortlessly whizzed me around town and to a roof top bar on 5th and Chestnut, where we shared a couple drinks, laughs, and flirts. We ended up at an upscale restaurant on 2nd and Walnut. It had been years since I had been so impressed, her style, her confidence, her words, her taste….in everything…She was a good different, I like different, but…
Anywho, I celebrated a “free” day. I had collected the gift cards and coupons from companies that I picked cotton for all year long anyways. It was my birthday, so I scanned my email and stalked my mailbox for reparations. I happily picked up my free undies and perfume from Victoria Secret and I got to pick out a free bottle of lotion from Aveda’s new aroma therapy line. My dear friend Cicely laced me with a free car wash and I think I had the best Qdoba ever, but it was because it was free too. “Free” magnifies good x 10.
My ex, who is now one of my very close friends and might I add, still one of THEE best gifters ever, sent me a voucher to a really relaxing spa on the square, among other things. If I had the monetary option to get a massage daily, ok, weekly, I would. Even with the surprise buttocks massage, leaving me feeling happily violated (if there is a such thing) I tend to fall asleep, like drool sleep, when the massage is good. I just know things went well if I can feel my blood rushing through my body, and I have what seems to be an uncontrollable smile.
I buy a gift for myself every year, why not? This year I had been plotting on a new computer. I found one better than what I was looking for and saved hundreds of dollars. To top things off , my cousin baked my favorite strawberry cake! Happy birthday to me!
I cleaned! What a gift right? Cleaning makes me feel good though…for some reason. Its one of my best coping mechanisms for managing stress and anger too. I cant function or think straight when my surroundings are a mess!
I am still blessed with all my senses, I checked. I enjoyed the sun, people watching and letting the homeless stick me up for money all day. 31 doesn’t get much better…or does it?
P.S. Thanks G-Bare for the pic! 🙂
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