I celebrated a birthday this year. No, it wasn't a "big" one to public standards but, to my standards--isn't every one a "big" one? You've finished another year of life, and are beginning an entire new one. You've learned, grown, laughed, cried, fallen, gotten up... for three-hundred and sixty-five days. You deserve to celebrate that!
So I did.
My friends from all around met up in CLE to take a limo to Geneva to tour the wineries. This limo, was not your average limo. But, I'd like to think that I'm not your average girl either.
The day was beautiful and chilly but, perfectly sunny and in the right company--the weather is no matter. We hopped from winery to winery laughing hysterically over favorite stories of friendship and of course, laughing hysterically at the people watching one can do in the middle of no where.
We even met a few more friends to add to the entourage.
When it was time to come home, we were sufficiently wined up and ready for nap before the night's festivities. I however, did no such thing. I ate the gorgeous cake I received from my best and rooms and curled my hair (with only one burn casualty, I might add--skill after 4 wineries!) while continuing to sip on vino and sing perfect renditions to "When I was your Man".
The night that followed was epic. A lovely dinner at Bier Market followed by bar hopping through Ohio City only to end at a lovely establishment where women shake what their mama's gave them--for my dollar bills. Yes, that happened.
Is there any other way to bring in a self-proclaimed "big" birthday? I think not.
I'd like to take a second to be sappy (which almost never happens) and thank all of my wonderful friends and family for yet again, making my birthday one for the record books. You are all the best, and my life is full because each of you are in it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.