My Super Sweet 16th(x2) Birthday

As a card from a friend said, last Thursday was my "All About Me" day, aka my birthday. I have generally always treated my birthday as an "all about me" day: I do (and eat!) whatever I want and just expect everyone else to comply with my demands. Call me a birthday-zilla, but hey, if you can't be bossy on your birthday, then when can you? Unlike a wedding day, your birthday really is all about you.

This year, however, was a little different. I was supposed to start a trial last week with one of the most whack defense attorneys I have ever dealt with. Despondent over the thought of spending my birthday dealing with the whackness, I didn't bother to plan anything celebratory. I told Eddie not to even bother making dinner reservations because I have a history of losing my appetite when I'm in trial. But lo and behold, the trial got continued at the last minute. It might have been the best birthday present ever. My birthday ended up being far more pleasant than I anticipated.

Although the continuance was a good gift, I decided I would need something more tangible and ordered this. It's simple, but was exactly what I needed as my small black Coach purse is starting to really show signs of wear and tear. As a point of reference, that little Coach purse was the purchase that set me off into the wonderful world of designer handbags. I haven't looked back since. What I love about the new purse is that it can be used as a shoulder bag or as a clutch. Also, it's the first Marc Jacobs anything I have purchased. I have always been intimidated by his lines for some irrational reason, so I am happy that I have finally conquered that fear.

After that purchase, the next order of business was to request the day after my birthday, Friday, off. It made more sense to give myself a three day weekend rather than taking Thursday off and needing to come in the next day. One of the perks of working for the government is a rather generous leave policy, so the three day weekend was set in place smoothly. This left me free to eat and drink (pomegranate martinis to be exact) freely on Thursday evening. Since there wasn't enought ime for Eddie to get a reservation at our favorite restaurant, we just went to a local, casual place instead and then went back home to watch "America's Best Dance Crew" on MTV. Age (and the martinis) took their toll and I was asleep on the sofa by 10:30 p.m. Getting old sucks sometimes.

My day off was enjoyed to my fullest slacker potential. I slept in, ate Cap n' Crunch for breakfast, caught up on all our Tivo'd shows and stayed in my pajamas for most of the day. It wasn't a particularly exciting or eventful day, but it made me happy. There's a certain joy I feel being a slacker when everyone else I know is at work. It rocks. :-)