Today, I turned 26.
What a lame age, am I right?
I tried to make it less lame last night by cooking a nice meal with Mr. T.
We used this recipe and it was easy and the result was great. I picked it because I knew Mr. T liked breaded chicken and I thought it looked pretty and wanted to see if I could match the presentation. I fancy myself quite the presenter. Even if I do then take a photo of the final product with my iPhone.
For dessert, we had store bought red velvet cookies and a cardamom truffle left over from our amazing dinner Saturday (that review is forthcoming, but requires me to wait on a piece of mail).
I also had half a bottle of Chianti, which paired well with the Italian-esque dinner and the truffle.
Then I went to bed at 9 p.m. – proving that, like the age of 26, I am quite lame.
Today I awoke, on my day of birth, and went to the gym at 5:30 a.m. Again, lame.
I did that so I could eat Greek food for lunch and see the Ides of March and drink beer tonight.
Because even if seeing a movie on your birthday is lame, drinking while you’re doing it is pretty fun. AND there are some highly attractive specimens in the movie. So… it’s my birthday and I’ll be lame if I want to.