Today is my birthday lucky me!
OK, technically it was yesterday but I was far too busy celebrating to blog. Sorry, it’s the truth.
Celebrations began on Friday night, with my first trip to the Quarter as a New Orleanian. We dined at Crescent City Brewhouse, which was a great mix of New Orleans cuisine at a decent price. After the meal, our group, of about 17 or 18, headed to Pat O’Brien’s, because you haven’t had a trip to the Quarter without going to Pat O’s, so I have been told.
Anne bought me my very first hurricane, which was tasty but a little too sweet. But I could totally see why those are dangerous drinks!
After we hung around the patio area for a bit, the cold got to us and we headed inside to the Piano Bar, where they had two pianos going and they were singing/playing songs everyone could sing along with, which is always eventful in an establishment that serves adult beverages!
Since it was only Friday night, I had to wait until midnight to officially turn 26, and as it crept closer and closer, we all kept checking our watches. Finally, with 10 seconds left, the countdown to midnight (and 26) began.
Post-Piano Bar, our group headed to Goldmine to dance up a storm, which Nancy and I did quite well. I also learned that I tend to dance with my middle finger down. Who knew?
It was definitely a top night!
I followed it up with whipping up a snackin cake for myself on Saturday. The only thing is that it totally goes against my whole trying to eat healthy, because I’m left with a giant sheet cake and I live by myself. And to make matters worse, it’s called snackin’ cake because we all just cut off a little piece as we go, thinking it’s not that much, when really we should have just had one whole piece, because after you realize how many “small pieces” you hacked off as a snack so many times, it’s way more than one piece anyway.
{sigh} It’s ok. I’ll just have to take one for the team and eat it. No sense in wasting perfectly good chocolate cake!
You need to show your Cali friends a picture of the heels.
I was impressed you could walk down Bourbon in those things, let alone DANCE.
P.S. Walking over to my apartment and delivering me cake would accomplish three things:
#1 – Giving me a large piece would mean fewer total pieces of cake.
#2 – There’d be less cake for you to snack on.
#3 – The walk over would be exercise
Hey Colleen, thanks for bringing me my clothes back to work today from your house.
Hahahaha, nice. PS- Dear Grandma, Tito is only referring to a glove I borrowed because it got too cold to hold a hurricane with a bare hand. I swear on the moat.
you could always bring the cake to work…I would even leave the Crystal Palace & come downs to get it!!! I’m glad you had fun for your birthday…now we just need to go to Pat O’s for no reason…those are the fun nights! we will go in June to celebrate the baseball season! I agree with Kev…I am impressed you were able to walk in your shoes by the end of the night-without crying in pain:)
Looks like you had a great birthday! And what a deeeelightful red dress you’re wearing! 🙂