Yesterday was my 34th birthday, which I share with three of my friends, plus, apparently, Barack Obama. It was a little odd for me, because it also would have been my 10 year anniversary with V - if I hadn't broken up with her in May. :-\ There's a longer post in there somewhere, but I've barely done any writing lately. Instead, I've been setting up my new apartment, which is right down the hall from V's apartment. She's staying in the apartment that we were sharing. Pics will be forthcoming, eventually.

La la la.

So, birthday. Was quiet. V and I had our own little party the night before, and on Monday I went to work, did my thing, and didn't eat anything except a sandwich because I forgot my wallet. Then V came and picked me up because... I forgot my wallet. :-D She's awfully nice. She dropped me off at ziptie's house where somehow there ended up being a rangertarmac AND a SURPRISE(!!!) blueberry cobbler. Also, there were toe socks. Also, smoked herring and crackers, which were surprisingly good and offset the sugar rush from 3 servings of cobbler on an empty stomach. Also, I got lots of birthday messages and texts. I am feeling well cared for. Hooray. :-)

This picture is much better than the picture I took. Except I took both of them. You know what I mean. The socks look better filled out.

I am officially unemployed, as of yesterday afternoon. Go me! It was a reasonably mellow last week, although I didn't leave until 5:30 yesterday, as I was trying to get things to an acceptable point so as not to short Naomi out her first week. I had a goodbye lunch at Lola, which was fantastic - mint/feta spread and garlic spread and grilled pita, and then lamb kebabs with caramelized garlic and red wine sauce, with a Greek salad. And raspberry balsamic sorbet. My only issue with the place is that they have those booths that are too close to the table for comfort and the tables are so high that I have to either hoist my boobs onto the table or resign myself to chest compression throughout the meal. The food was worth it, though. Mmmediterranean.

Tonight we went to Gaspare on Phinney Ridge to celebrate Sherry's birhday. It (the restaurant) is on 67th and Greenwood, right next to that place that used to be a vegetarian restaurant and now it's El Chupacabra. I had the Linguine di Gaspare, which was yummy and had tiny Cthulhus in it. Seriously. I was halfway through my cocktail [pureed white peaches and raspberries with sparkling wine], so I got my plate and was like "OMG BABY CTHULHU!" and yes, I did manage to pronounce it, despite being a tiny bit muzzy-headed. The cocktail took the edge off the migraine that I inflicted on myself by wearing a halter top three days in a row. And then afterwards we waited for the bus outside El Chupacabra and I sang along with the music - Pearl Jam, Journey, Beastie Boys.

I think it's time for bed now.

Happy birthday, baby girl. You're the best wife I could ever wish for and I love you to chunky bits.
Also, you look totally hot right now.

Mmmwah!