You're only as old as you feel, right? Riiight?? I hope so, because this new number is going to have to grow on me.
My birthday celebration began Friday afternoon when Em and I met up at Cone E. Island on the GW campus, and she treated me to a scoop of honey bun. It might be my new favorite flavor - perfect amount of cinnamon and swirls of dough. I had to smile when I noticed the not-so-subtle "encouragement" to order the largest cone.
That evening, I met up with three of my girlfriends for a Southern meal al fresco. Using the "it's your birthday weekend" excuse to order whatever I wanted, I enjoyed a roasted chicken stuffed with ham, cornbread, and granny smith apples. Mashed potatoes and green beans were served on the side.
It was quite the appropriate meal for a night of country dancing . . and the weekend had only just begun.