Twenty-eight and feeling great

Well it’s official, I’m 28. Maybe if I keep heading east I can out run it for another few hours. Through my years I’ve learned that the only proper way to handle growing older is by embracing the fear with delicious food.

The day consisted of going to work, finding a birthday pastry on my desk, followed by lots of birthday shouts from my co-workers. For lunch a cheesecake was busted out which I gladly ate two pieces. After work I was joined by Susan, Treasa and Laura from work for a few pints at the local. Laura and Treasa departed but were replaced (in so many words) by Aishling and Jessica, then onward to Acapulco where we met up with Gudrun for delicious mexican food, I got the Chimichanga (of course) followed by deep fried ice cream! It was a great evening and I can’t think of anyone else (in dublin, calm down you crazy Oregonians) I’d rather spend my birthday with than four of the most genuine, caring and all around amazing girls I know.

I also got a few gifts, one being a big blue long time friend who I never thought I’d see in Dublin, another a snowball thrown in the Alps in my honor.

Good stuff.