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Heather turned 31, and she wanted a Chicago-style birthday party. The original plan was to go ice skating. But it was too cold for that. So we went to Margie's for ice cream instead. Because it is never too cold for ice cream. And then we went to Billy Goat for dinner, and we ate cheeseborgers and chips and drank beer and horny goats. Afterwards Heather and Jeremy went to a show at Second City, but I was a totally lame roommate because tickets had already sold out by the time I went to buy one. Totally lame. ...

When I pictured spending my 32nd birthday in Hawaii, I kind of imagined tanning on the beach, swimming in the ocean, eating raw fish, drinking fruity cocktails, and making out with a bleach blonde surfer. Instead, the night ended at 9:30pm passing out on a too-hard mattress and watching Food Network and HGTV. I'd spent most of the day in the car, and nothing in the small town we were sleeping in was open past 9pm. But let's forget about that part, shall we? Because, in the grand scheme of things, my birthday was kind of pretty awesome....

Some months ago, my friend Jen asked me if I wanted to come to Hawaii with her for her 30th birthday. Considering the fact that my birthday just happens to be the day after hers that meant that I too would then be spending my birthday in Hawaii. How could I say no to that? We spent the day of Jen's Big Island birthday on a whale watching tour, spotting many a whale off in the distance, splashing around. We couldn't get too close, because that is illegal. And, you know, dangerous. So my pictures are pretty bad (because I still...

Y'all know how much I love birthdays. Especially when those birthdays are my own. I'm thoroughly of the mindset that you have a good two week window (one before and one after the actual day), give or take a few days, in which everything you do can be "for your birthday." You can justify splurging on extra drinks, new dresses, nice meals, all because "it's my birthday," or, "it's almost my birthday,' or, "it was just my birthday." True story. So, since I won't be home on my actual birthday this Saturday (don't feel too bad for me — I'm celebrating...

Yesterday we celebrated my nephew Dylan's second birthday. He's at that point where he thinks he can talk but when he tries to have a conversation I just respond with "what was that?" or humor him by saying "exactly." The only things I can really make out are "uh oh" or "car fall over" or "train." And he's obsessed with trains. So much so that he seemed to care way more about the fold-out train card I bought him than the Mr. Potato head that was attached. Never mind that the card said "Happy 4th Birthday" on it. He can't...

Last Saturday was Heather's birthday. We ate tacos in the cab on the way to the bar. The first stop was Zakopane, a dive Polish bar that, when we arrived at 9:30 on a Saturday night, had no one in it but the bartender. The drinks were cheap and mostly alcohol with a splash of mixer. When Heather went outside for a few minutes it was just me alone at the bar and the bartender tending her phone. The juke box came on at full blast behind me and I jumped. Finally more people came and we deliberately played the jukebox....

Last Saturday was crazy. One of those days that I had so much going on but it was all low key, giving the perfect mixture of a relaxing Saturday and a day of debauchery. It started with bacon. Because, let’s face it, most good things start with bacon. Provenance Food and Wine was hosting a "mini-Baconfest," which really ended up being tinier than mini, there were only four or five vendors, but we still got free bacon and bacon chocolate and bacon ice cream samples, so all is good. Since the whole thing only took all of five minutes we decided to head...

My 30s are going to rock. Just sayin. I have big plans. Big. Huge. Amazing. Monumental. But I'm not ready to tell you here just yet. For a variety of reasons. You'll just have to wait. So I turned 30 on Wednesday. It's a big number. It's a number that makes you step back and take stock and think. It's a number that might make you freak out if you didn't have plans to turn your 30s into the most awesome decade of your life. So I was OK with it. Since I had had a big thirtieth birthday party over the weekend I just wanted...