Happy Birthday to Me.

Yesterday was my 26th Birthday. I was sad to put 25 behind me. And even though my roommate Adam and his friend Allan both assured me that this would be a good year (because 26 is an even number) I kind of liked 25.

I get a little weird each year around my birthday. I don't want anyone to make a big deal about it, but, let's face it, it's nice to be remembered. Last year, things got out of hand when I threw myself a party, a friend thought it would be funny to hire a singing telegram dressed as a pink gorilla to come sing Happy Birthday to me. Here's a picture of me looking uncomfortable with the most terrifying gift I've ever received:



My 26th bday went a little more smoothly. I got to work in the morning and was greeted by a large card on my desk that said "Happy Birthday Muffin!" and right next to it was a real muffin and a cup of coffee thanks to a great coworker. Then my cubicle neighbor came in bearing homemade vegan banana bread. It was delicious!

I got a lot of phone calls and emails too--even my big sister (who shares a bday with me) beat me to the punch and called me up. Later that night, a few friends took me out to dinner at my favorite Mediterranean restaurant, Begolyu on 81st and 3rd and then Derek and Adam met up with us at Auction House for drinks. It was such a great day. Thanks friends!

Of course my favorite thing about my bday is that I can usually drag it out for a few days, if not weeks. Bring on the cake!