I gotta tell you, there needs to be some sort of rule that says you shouldn't have to go to work/school/real life on your birthday. You should just have free reign to play all day and celebrate! You know, if those sorts of things were up to me...
To start off Dave's b-day, I whipped up some superb scrambled cheese eggs and maple bacon (normally it's oatmeal, so be impressed ;) and then sent him out the door to brave the 405.
We had originally planned to grab lunch together, but what with some other things I had to get done that day (insert buying flowers - lots and lots of flowers), we decided we'd grab dinner together in Santa Monica after going to the temple. By some miracle from the birthday gods, Dave got off work at 5:00 during busy season (what????) so we had plenty of time to celebrate.
We meet up at the temple (after I breezed through a freeway sans-traffic at 4:45 on a Friday night - another miracle) and lo and behold...it was closed. Till next week.
A for effort, right?
We salvaged the night with a delicious dinner of tempura fried green beans (swoon), fried chicken, and Texas toast. And topped it all off with an order of sticky toffee which they brought to our table and we both stared at it wondering why on earth we ordered dessert when we were already so ridiculously full from our meal.
But it was Dave's birthday. You have to order dessert on your birthday.
It was a lovely night and now this boy is 27! I'm married to an old man. Just kidding. But it's crazy to think we met when he was 23 and now we've celebrated 4 birthdays together. Time sure flies...
Happy birthday handsome man!