So I apolgize for my severe lack of blogging lately, but it has been a heck of a week.
A few things have changed since we last spoke, like the fact that I’m suddenly older.
No big deal, I’m just 25 now.
It’s going to be a great year, I can already feel it.
Another thing that’s happening? Oh, just a hurricane.
Stupid Irene is being a real butthead.
It’s pouring outside, and I’m slightly regretting that decision to leave the safe, dry west coast. Especially since most of my friends on the east coast are nestled in the scary Hurricane Irene-friendly zones, and because my mom has called and/or emailed me approximately 323 times to discuss Irene. (I love you, mommy!)
Don’t worry though- Blaire and I have stocked up. We each went out and bought some essentials for ourselves and to share.
Clearly I’m ready.
The wine was a happy surprise courtesy of Blaire after a rough meeting I’d had on Wednesday afternoon, but there’s leftover for toasting Irene.
In all fairness, I do also have some bread and cereal, as well as batteries.
Oh, and this:
My fav. Birthday present from B.
Yesterday it was decided that Hurricane Birthday > Hurricane Irene, so birthday plans went on as regularly scheduled.
It was a hit.
I still went to work per usual, but came home to some extra special surprises awaiting me.
Penpal is very, very sweet, even when he cannot be with me on my birthday.
Plus a box of birthday goodies from my parents!
Apparently my mom made the mailman swear this box would arrive yesterday on my birthday.
Box of birthday amazingness!
Seriously one of the best birthdays for gifts I’ve had in a long time, although gifts actually don’t rank very high on my list of reasons why birthdays are so fabulous. To me, having someone you love get you something they know you’ll adore is an added and unnecessary bonus.
In the box:
-Three different body wash/shampoo/conditioner 3-in-1′s from Philosophy which I swear by and use daily, all in yummy flavors. Like ‘Harvest Spice’ because everyone knows I’m a pumpkin-loving freak and look forward to fall solely for this reason.
-Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill cookbook!
Penpal and I went to his restaurant last year, and it was absolutely amazing.
Penpal still talks about the pork he had there, and about how it was the best of his life.
Until I make it, obviously. I’ve been wanting this cookbook for ages.
I also have a bit o f a secret crush on Bobby. Okay, maybe not so secret.
-The Babycakes, a vegan and gluten-free cookbook of baking recipes from the lovely owner of the NYC bakery of the same name.
I have been drooling over these recipes since Katie started showcasing them on her blog, and could not find this cookbook at my bookstore here in D.C. I cannot wait to crack this badboy open and start baking in my new kitchen.
Not in the box was my parents offer to pay for a photography class so that I can learn how to be awesome/not break Penpal’s birthday gift. I’m a lucky girl.
(Can you still call yourself a girl at age 25, or do I have to upgrade to ‘woman’ now? Weird.)
Yesterday evening, in between listening to my cell phone chirp with Facebook birthday updates (“xx people posted on your wall…”), some friends and I hit up Casa Nonna.
Remember when I went there for the first time with my mama last week?
This time I ordered spaghetti pomodoro with meatballs, and a lovely peach bellini.
Don’t you love restaurant lighting?
It was all quite delicious, and I had leftovers afterwards.
Which I devoured at 3am.
I’m a beast.
And a birthday girl.
And in classic Joelle fashion, I had more of a food hangover then one from booze this morning.
Okay, maybe I had both…. I mean have. Currently still hanging on for dear life, that ol’ hangover.
Let’s blame that on Hurricane Irene too.
But definitely not on the birthday tiramisu.
Afterwards most of us continued on to a couple of bars in the Dupont area, doing incredibly 25 year old things like belting out Justine Bieber’s “Baby” at the top of our lungs, dancing around in leis (don’t ask), and drinking “birthday cake” in a glass.
I’m super mature now.
Now it’s time to hunker down and take care of some critical hurricane business, like painting my nails and eating more tortilla chips. If you’re on the east coast, stay dry and safe please!
Do you like the odd years or even better for ages? I always think that the odd years are the best!