Last weekend, I turned 29.
Funny - I don't feel 29 at all. When someone says they're 25, I think we're the same age.
Young at heart I suppose.
This was the first year that Joe and I have spent my birthday together since 2005. The past 2 years, Joe's been in Gabon and I've been in Canada. Before that, he in Houston, me in Canada and before that, a 7 hour drive between our respective cities.
I don't really make a big deal out of birthdays but it was really nice to finally spend the day together. We relaxed all day as we had plans with friends that evening. They came around for a bottle of champagne (or 2) poolside before dinner and then back to the pool afterwards for more drinks. The men went for a 1 am swim, we chatted, laughed, drank too much, played a board game and ended off the night with a Stanley Cup game on tv.
Funglish (I won)
My friends gave me a painting from a local artist who paints on a metal canvas.
I crawled into bed at 5:30 am.
The next day I was abruptly reminded that I am in fact 29 and not 18.