So here is a snapshot of highlights from my birthday.
The day before my supervisor gave me a card signed by him and a few people in my sort of department...it was really touching because I didn't know they knew it was my birthday.
I happened to be awake at midnight, and my sisters were with me - and wished me a happy birthday - and moments later I got a huge hive...I guess my body was not happy about turning 33. Unfortunately I only got about 5 1/2 hours of sleep - but I woke up happy.
Breakfast in bed, watching Sponge Bob (I hate that show)
Then I went to a sex-shop to get a gift.
Following that I had lunch at a yacht club with my friend. It was my first time I've been to a private club like that, and I really enjoyed it. Truth is, I always wanted to belong to one...and maybe I will if I find someone that can afford it and wants to have that kind of lifestyle. My friend and I split a salad and a lobster roll. My view was relaxing and beautiful - it was a clear day so I was able to see the NYC skyline.
After lunch I milled around for about 90 minutes, then I boarded the train for the city for a bachelorette party. I had a drink on a rooftop bar, then rode in a limo to our next destination, the drag show. I've always wanted to see the drag show...but it was a little less than what I had hoped. Don't get me wrong, I was hysterical laughing for a little while...but I felt like it fell short with the entertainment. Glad I did it once.
Next was Johnny Utah's for drinks and bull rides. I didn't think I'd ride the bull, but we got there early enough where I could do it somewhat anonymously (as in not that many people would see me). I went up to the bull and mounted him quite quickly compared to the other ladies before me. The bull conductor was really nice and went sort of slow and I told him when I was done because I didn't want to fall off.
all the pictures of me on the bull were blurry :( |
It was the first birthday in about 7 years that I didn't cry on my birthday, so it made the day even better.
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