This morning my stomach woke me at 5 am with discomfort. My stomach is very much like the Capitol — even though it is my birthday, it made sure to remind me that I will never truly be free. Just like the citizens of the Districts in Panem.
Despite that little setback which required a rainy 6 am walk to Duane Reade, I’m feeling much better now and even put on a silk dress. It was on sale at Bloomingdale’s this weekend for 30% off the sale price. The cashier didn’t want to give me the sale price at all and I had to argue with her, and it escalated to another employee telling her she has to honor the price. I know they get commission at Bdales but this woman wasn’t even getting the commission anyway since another woman swooped in while the dress was still in my hand and claimed it for herself.
I celebrated on Saturday night with some of my friends. My only real option to go out happened to be on St Patrick’s Day, a holiday in which I do not partake. The dress I originally wanted to wear had too much green in it, so I refused to even wear that. And for the second year in a row, I happened to celebrate the night before the NYC Half Marathon (which was my very first half marathon on my birthday two years ago) and that weeded a few people out too. Then one of my friends forgot and another hit a motorcycle with her car, so needless to say it was pretty low key. But I am really grateful for the friends who did come because it usually takes my birthday celebration to remind me that I have lots of really great people who care about me.
And who know me very well, as evidenced by my Lululemon gift which I wasted absolutely no time trying on as soon as I got home that night:
The turtle pajamas are not from Lulu. They are from Duane Reade and if you’d like a pair for yourself, you will need to save up five dollars.
The party itself was fun! I got really excited when I saw a map on the wall that clearly said Jersey City. Have I mentioned I am moving there in three weeks? With my boyfriend? No? A post for another time then!
JeRsEy CiTy RePrEsENt! (Do they not do that there? Is it just a Queens thing?)
Anyway, I drank Muddled Cucumber Margaritas all night as evidenced in the photograph below. By the way, that attractive Asian next to me is my former roommate Michelle. Yesterday marked the six-year anniversary of us moving into the 320 square foot apartment with no closets that I still inhabit.
   
The other photo shows me holding a Louis Vuitton vintage red epileather bag that I got at a thrift shop for $45. I just wanted the world to know.
I got to wear my sexy gold heels too. The last time I wore them was at my brother’s wedding in 2010, and I got those heavily on sale too. The only downside is that they are four inch heels and I never wear heels. I hate being uncomfortable, but thanks to Duane Reade (Duane Reade did not pay me to say all these nice things about them. Rite Aid has better prices. All opinions are entirely my own.) I got these fold up flats for about $7.
You can find them near the turtle pajama section.
As always, I had friends from all different places and times in my life come, which is amazing. My best friend since first grade, my former roommate, my boyfriend, the owner of Refine, Ben from the internet, my friend from camp/high school/grad school/former job, my friend from middle school and various significant others. A nice turnout considering the odds not being in my favor.
   
Tonight I’m celebrating be leaving work a little early, taking a Refine class (giving my new Lululemon top a test drive) and then going to dinner with Andy at a Mexican restaurant I’m really excited about because the name sounds like “tushie.”
And that is it for 29.
