Thursday was my birthday. I’m 24 years young, almost ready for the quarter life crisis (assuming I live to be 100). Thursday was a great day. Esther woke up early and made me pancakes and let me open my presents. Most of all, though, she kept my present a secret! It’s really hard for her to keep my presents secrets, she usually gives a hint or two and from that I can divine what the gift is. This year, no hints, so I was shocked when I opened the large generic box that we keep to hide presents in and found tissue paper holding a new 30 gig iPod. Amazing!

Thursday at work was super busy. No, I didn’t take the day off from work, I couldn’t. After my incredibly busy work day, my social day kicked off. I had to run home and take care of the dog and then drive, with mother-in-law in tow, up to Williamsburg. We met Esther and our friends Kristi, Casey, Adele and Dave at a cafe there and ate, talked and had a generally excellent time! A jazz band was performing while we were there and unbeknownst to Esther, she had picked the prime table. Come to think of it, she might have known, that sneaky devil.

Part way through the evening, Adele snuck up to band and requested that they sing me happy birthday and while I’m sure they cleared the performance rights, it was fun to be sang to, especially when it’s not the staff at Applebees.

When the band wrapped up their performance we all dispersed and I came home happy and tired. What a great birthday.