I love a good birthday celebration. Mine was amazing, planned by husband and pulled off so awesomely that I didn’t even cry that day about not being in Birmingham. We had friends over for dinner, fancy Mac-And-Cheese was prepared, (Sorry, you can’t have the recipe, it has to stay in the family.) Birthday surprises were pulled off (yay GLEE!), and even though Baskin Robins’s service sucks we had a fab ice cream cake. And the best part was that eye twin said the word “tranny” like 5 times. Literally. In different contexts and far apart from each other in totally different stories. Which leads me to the whole new world.

So tomorrow we’ll be celebrating a new friend’s birthday. SIL is awesome and hooked me up with one of her friends who has just recently moved here from Denver. Winning, duh. yes I am still quoting Charlie Sheen- get over it. And said new friend invited us a couple of weeks ago to her birthday lunch, which includes bottomless mimosas. AND we’re sold. Come to find out at my birthday dinner during one of the conversations involving the T-word, this is a disco brunch at a bar for…well…men who like disco? It’s a disco brunch. The menu includes items like “Mamma Mia Steak and Eggs” and “Ahhh Sooky Sooky Eggs Benny”. Obviously I couldn’t be more excited. R on the other hand, not so much. (nothing personal to the birthday girl!). I’m praying someone in sparkly platform heels serves us our breakfast, he’s praying we make it out alive. Either way we win because the first menu item is “I Will Survive” bottomless mimosas. Hey…when you’re in the big city, you have to experience the big city, right?

Afterwards we are heading straight to CVS to buy Easter basket goodies and egg-dying supplies. Because everyone needs a little pastel to follow their sparkles.