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Husband planned the best little birthday party for me ever. Check out the picture of me he took made for the evite. AKA, the photo featuring all-of-my-dreams-coming-true.
Wheeeeeeeee! The night started with 10-ish friends getting together around a long farm table at Back Forty. The week before, Husband got me in cahoots with the chef to choose the menu (which included pork jowl nuggets, mini hamburgers, onion rings and homemade donuts for dessert among other healthier options). Snack attackles! In the end, the whole restaurant sang me happy birthday before we housed two donuts a piece (and in some cases three).
After dinner, we met up with some more people and had drinks at a cute little bar in the East Vil called Common Ground. Followed by an early 90’s R&B Freedom Party at Le Poisson Rouge. Candle dancer. That’s all I’ll say.
Cue the cute lady-footage…
Thanks to my NYCBFF’s for another fun new york night.
I woke up in the morning of Cinco De M’birthday to a classic Husband-crafted breakfast extravaganza. All my favorite things: Snacks! In the form of dancing! Heart! Puppies! Pirates! Banana friend! Oh my god shoes! Isn’t he the best?
And just in case I wanted a round pancake, he made me one of those, too. Cool indeed.
Around lunch, some work peeps and I went to Cabrito for a festive margarita fun lunch and found that they had filled the entire restaurant with sand. Beach party in Manhattan!
After work, Husband gave me a present of the cutest brown leather ballerina flats I’ve ever laid my eyes on (many photos this summer to come). Then he treated me to a birthday dinner at Double Crown.
Which included Miso-glazed bone marrow. Birthday marrow!
(photos from their website)
The we strolled into the night to see the new Banksy installation. Birthday art!
And finally during our walk home, we spontaneously got his-and-her manis! So fresh and so clean.
I love birthday date night.
And thanks to the many family members and friends who called, sang, emailed and sent sweet things on my birthday. I mean, thanks to Mindy I’ve been eating Portland-baked cupcakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Because somebody has to do it.
And courtesy of my parents, I have a giant fresh stack of Euros and a travel book on Italy. But THAT story is for another post all together. DUDES. YES. More soon.
Thinking about things is exhausting! Almost as exhausting as writing devastatingly desperate attempts for strangers to want to house me for a month on Craigslist.
“Hi! I’m a 30 year old female who likes ponies and nutritional yeast! I’m moving to San Francisco because I got a job! I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I will if you want me to! I’m not looking for friends, but we might become friends without even trying! I mean, I’m not apathetic…just really confident that I’m what you want…but not in a cocky way…unless you like that…i mean….I am clean! But not anal! I’m 420 friendly and gay friendly and I like cats but only if you have all of those things in your home, otherwise, forget I even said anything about it! Also, I have a boyfriend, but I’m not bragging! I’m just saying that so you know I don’t want to hook up. I mean, I wasn’t even thinking about that, but maybe you were. FUCK! SERIOUSLY. JUST LET ME STAY AT YOUR FUCKING HOUSE FOR A MONTH. I’LL PAY YOU.”
I wish I could just bottle my essence like Elizabeth Taylor does. Then I would send a bottle of Albino Cowgirl by Amanda to all prospective roommates, and have them just inhale my soul. That way, they would know I was good people.
Seattle Amanda will soon be San Fransisco Amanda. Or San Franamanda. Or San Framanda? Hell, she’s moving to SF and it’s just so VERY. Because I’ve doused myself in Albino Cowgirl by Amanda before and that is some good, good shit. So if you know anyone looking for a roommate for one month while she waits for her family to join her, give a holler.
She deserves spectacular and I know she’ll find it there. Welcome to Adventure Club™!
Woah, snack hiatus. I mean, not a hiatus from from ACTUAL snacking. But from this blog. I spent a couple weeks in LA shooting something really special that I might even break my no-work-on-this-blog rule and post when it’s done in two weeks. I am just that excited.
The trip was full of long hours and hard work sprinkled with some really fancypants dinners and good times with work peeps.
For now, here’s a photo my partner took of a stranger on the plane when we landed back in new york. Yes, he has three phones. AND HE’S TALKING ON ALL OF THEM.