A good friend took me out for Mexican food and margaritas on Thursday as a little pre-birthday celebration. I'm realizing with every passing year that it gets harder and harder to party like a rock star as I woke up on Friday with cotton mouth, a slight headache and that shaky hangover feeling that stayed with me for a few hours. But I'm still not ready to give up my margarita(s)......... plural. :P
Friday I got stuck in court for a couple hours in the morning. Even though I technically had the day off. That sucked. Except for the fact that I got paid double overtime for my effort. Well, actually I got paid for 7 hours at straight pay. It's part of our contract that we get that much when being forced to come to court on a regular day off. Even if we only stay for 2 minutes. Pretty sweet, eh?
Then my BFF joined me for lunch. We had a nice long leisurely session of catch up chat. That was nice. And she got me jelly beans for my birthday dessert. I'm dieting again (as usual) so she thought they were a good choice since they're fat free. LOL! Although I think they were crushed by the calories and fat content in the blue cheese dressing I chose on my salad. But hell.... it was my birthday, dammit.
Saturday I spent the day shopping with my sister. We went to the local outlet mall where I preceded to spend my court overtime. Not all of it. But I put a nice dent in it. Just trying to do my part to support the struggling economy. That evening I met my brother for dinner.
Since it was my birthday dinner, I got to choose the restaurant. Coincidentally, I picked the same one he'd eaten at the night before with his fiancee. But he was a good sport and let me have my choice anyway. He was then slightly embarassed to find we had the same waitress, too. He felt the need to offer her explanation that he was there the night before with his fiancee but I was his sister who he was treating for her birthday. Because he "didn't want her to think he was a two timer." LOL! Due to the mention of the word "birthday" I was offered a sundae to complete my meal. My brother insisted the staff sing me the stupid birthday song in spite of my objections. I told the waitress "no thanks". He then reminded her he was paying the bill. So you can guess where that went, right? I got the loud, clapping wait staff sing-a-long. Don't ya love how they do the dumb little cadence now? Like it's birthday boot camp or something.
All in all, it was a great weekend. But I doubt the scale will agree with me on that when I step on tomorrow. But who cares really?! It was all worth it.
Today is also my oldest nephew's 12th birthday. Not yet a teen but not really a kid. Thank goodness someone came up with the 'tween terminology. LOL!
Happy Birthday Tanner!