I admit that I tend to be a bit of a birthday snob, the sort of person who celebrates a Birth Week, capitalized, rather than a simple birthday. And I admit I'd been worried that my 24th would slide by unnoticed here in D.C, that I didn't know enough people here to make it special. I feel blessed to discover that though my friends here may be few, they are mighty. Let Birth Week begin! :)
Aaron announced that he would be taking me to dinner tonight. After much inner struggle regarding where to dine (which included list-making, suggestion-taking & menu-Googling), I decided upon Urbana, a fairly new, trendy restaurant in Dupont where I once had the best hors d'oeuvre of my life.
Not that you really care, but for my personal benefit, I shall recount my glorious meal. It included a shared tagliere of meats & cheeses, an entree of swiss chard & ricotta ravioli with grilled bacon & parmesan, an amazing cucumber-infused vodka cocktail that I can't find a description of online, plus a (free!) birthday dessert of tiramisu & quite a large glass of a dessert wine, Coppo Bracetto D'Acqui, which the waiter surprised me with. I LOVED IT ALL SO MUCH, especially the company! I don't think such restaurants exist in Akron, Ohio, & this boy sure doesn't. Two D.C. pluses.
The next-best part came when the two women sitting at the neighboring booth left & Aaron informed me that one of them, the one I'd just chatted about Ohio with, was actually a fairly well-known porn star!!! That's right, I spent my birthday dinner sitting next to Sara Jay, a 36E-sized Cincinnatian who has sex for a living. She was, I might add, very nice, if not a bit scantily clad... although in retrospect, I suppose that's to be expected.
Who needs a Birth Week when you have such a lovely pre-birthday evening???