Thursday (my birthday), he took me to this epic little sushi restaurant with a conveyor belt that delivered sushi right to the table. Do I sound like such the small-town girl right now? Oh well – I was impressed!
Saturday he told me to invite all my friends over to his place to watch the Bama | Florida game (You know – the one where we annihilated them…). At halftime he went out to his car to ‘get something.’ He came back in with a massive cookie cake, and everybody sang and embarrassed the heck out of me. We did the whole birthday dinner at Mexican later, and I got manhandled by the waitress. No, really – she poured a tequila shot down my throat and then smeared whipped cream in my nose. Awkward. Really awkward.
Sunday he gave me a bike lock, and [idiot that I am] was like, “Aww thanks – I’m gonna get a bike one of these days!” He then showed me a picture of the ’75 Schwinn Collegiate bike that we were heading off to pick up for me after I ‘approved’ it. I thought the bike was the whole shebang, but we ended up driving to Cincinnati and pulled up to the gates of the Cincy Zoo before I had a clue what the hay was going on. He knows me tootoo well – I’m a sucker for any sort of animal, and I liiiiiive at the San Diego Zoo when I’m home. We finished the evening with Cheesecake Factory, and I think it might’ve been the best birthday thus far!