Uber awesome dday bday.

You take a picture of yourself with your Uber driver and post it on Instagram and Facebook when you share the same birthday! 6/6. True Geminis (aka crazy people). I personally believe I made his night with my ridiculous antics and sarcasm. However, I recently learned that as a passenger, I am being rated! Shouldn’t be a problem, right? TH has repeatedly asked me why I feel the need to chat up every stranger I’m with for more than 2 minutes. I have no idea. Maybe it’s a desperate plea for the Midwest kind of human interaction that is lacking in the Pacific Northwest for me. Or maybe it has nothing to do with regional location but the fact that if I chat people up, I have a greater chance of learning something interesting or at the least, getting entertainment value out of it.

The Uber drive was the start to a fun night. We began the evening with a couple of Pimm’s Cups (the BRW drink of choice as you know) at a local underground bar. Then on to dinner at Spur Gastropub. I am generally weary of a pub that includes the word gas in it, but holy crap, every single thing we ate at this place was delightful and it didn’t hurt that the waiter was knowledgeable and funny. I don’t believe in the phrase “food porn” and so my posts will NEVER use that in context nor include a #nomnom. This is not meant to criticize those that do, it’s just my attempt at civil social disobedience. I already gave into the trend of skinny jeans against my will and probably everyone else’s as well, don’t make me become Cookie Monster. So if you are in the Seattle area, go to this freakin’ place. I’m just sad it took us 5 years.

spur plate

That was the end of the night. But the day in general really exceeded expectations. Your birthday should just be a fun day. You don’t have to make a big stink or have a party or whatever, you just need to have a good attitude. It’s a day that can be distinguished as personal from the other 364 days of the year. That, in itself, is a reason to smile. No matter what, do something for yourself, something as simple as treating yourself to a forbidden food or Frappuccino or a yoga class if that makes you feel good. Your birthday is a big deal. Maybe not to other people, but it is to you.

First up: Treated myself to a massage from Gene Juarez Salon. A trophy wife has a regular masseuse. A BRW has kids who she pays to rub her feet. I don’t do spa treatments very often, so when I do, I want the whole spa experience. None of this, “I know a great masseuse that will come to your house and give you a rub down while you sit and stare at the carpet you need to vacuum, toys you need to clean and children you need to feed” crap. And let it be known, NONE of those tasks were even attempted on my birthday and they definitely shouldn’t be attempted on yours. Well, you can feed your kids, that’s fine. It just so happens that with school and a class party, I didn’t actually have to feed my kids that day, they were fed by Papa John’s.

Next up: Wendy’s Crispy Spicy Chicken Sandwich. Say what you want about eating fast food. I am an adult of sound mind and body who understands the crap that makes up said food. But you know what, sometimes I just want McDonald’s fries or a Wendy’s sandwich. I’m going to do it and I’m not going to be embarrassed or ashamed for putting that in my body once and awhile. It was effing delicious. Even more delicious if you watch Real Housewives of Orange County while eating it. And note, that’s organic ketchup, so I’m gonna go ahead and say that balances out the situation.

wendys

D-Day: Hm, yes. My birthday was also the 70th Anniversary of D-Day. But as we all know, I tend to shy away from serious discussions such as that. I took private time to honor those who served and continue to serve, but because it was also my birthday, I then moved on to a different kind of D-Day: National Donut Day. I would love to make a joke about how I would of course be born on NDD, but alas, it’s the first Friday of June which happened to fall on my bday this year. Just a perk! I celebrated with Krispy Kreme because that is my personal choice of donut in all it’s gloriousness.

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I was also lucky to receive birthday wishes from over 100 of my closest friends from Facebook. It turns out I apparently had that setting on private (probably some classic BRW experiment where I wanted to see who would be the first to risk writing it on my wall and whether others would follow). I was immediately informed of this blunder in the morning when a good friend of mine sent an email explaining that she was taking a chance on her memory and wishing me a happy birthday despite not having FB to cross-reference that fact. Um, I immediately changed my setting. Are you kidding? FB is DELIGHTFUL for your birthday.

And last, but NEVER least, we topped the day off with my annual Baskin Robbins Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream Cake.

cake

I realize now that my day was very food oriented, so clearly that is my way of celebrating life. What is the ONE thing you do for yourself on your birthday or have someone else do for you? And if you can’t answer that question, it’s time to come up with an answer and implement that on your next birthday.

PS – I did actually go get my Starbucks mocha (iced because it was beautiful outside) but the drinking of it was constantly interrupted by the aforementioned class party where I was running after 2.0 for a good hour. The drink was not missed since another mom from the class (whose birthday happened to fall on one of her class parties) slipped into my purse a mini bottle of whipped cream flavored vodka and the class sang happy birthday with what I believe was a pride month cake with a rainbow.

vodka

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