Last night, my fabulous friend Chris maintained tradition and took me to bacar for my birthday. Chris has recently sold out his dream of ruling the world in favor of becoming a lawyer and I wildly disapprove. But Chris is also innocent and responsible and unaware of my frequent dining out.
Which is why last night rocked.
The best thing about frequently spending your entire paycheck on not cooking is reaping the benefits.
As soon as we were seated, a server came up.
"Oh my god, I know you!"
It was Mikey, from Scott Howard. He's currently at bacar.
Now, I won't pretend that I'm automatically taken care of by talented servers who know my penchant for Gibsons and anything with onions. But I will admit that dropping the 30th Birthday helps.
"Oh honey." Mikey announced. "You're going to have so much fun tonight."
Which is when the champagne arrived.
I have to admit, this turning really old is fun because I'm dragging it out forever. I think we had 8 courses last night, I can't be sure. It was ridiculous. Even better, when the manager came over, because you know, I'm 30, I asked if Emer was around.
Emer was the magical angel that made my dad's surprise party ROCK.
5 minutes later, Emer slid herself into the booth next to me.
With snacks and drinks.
This is a totally a post about how I'm delighted with my birthday, so please feel free to move on. But this is fabulous, you guys. Thank you so much. It continues through to next week, and honestly, I'm so grateful.
30. You guys, 30. Yikes.
I mean, my god. Should I be freezing my eggs...
PS: Again, thanks to CRF, who handed me the wine list and simply said, "Do whatever you want. I just don't want to know." Wow. I really must be old...