The semi-formal birthday bar crawl on Saturday night turned into a semi-formal stay-in-one-place-and-let-people-buy-you-drinks after too many people showed up to really coordinate moving on to somewhere new in any kind of efficient manner. This is the best kind of birthday celebration problem to have, frankly. And second best, by the time we gave any thought to moving on, I was all happy-drunk and didn’t want to be in charge of moving anyone anywhere, much less twenty-some people with drinks in their hands.
It was a completely great night, exactly the kind of birthday I was looking for. Dinner with Steff at Fresca (ceviche, yum), then nearly all of my favorite people in San Francisco, a little black dress and four inch heels, and lots of delicious birthday drinks that left me feeling happy-drunk. I was feeling the love. Seriously, I don’t know how I got this lucky.
I’m old and sentimental. I love you, dudes.
