Best Birthday Ever

27 years old. wow. The phrase "Time flies when you're having fun" has never felt so real to me. It was my birthday yesterday and let me just tell you...it was a good one. I can't even cound how many people acknowledged it. I got cards, calls, texts, and lots of hugs. I loved it.

It started out with my sweet babies and husband making me birthday pancakes and singing happy birthday while I blew out the candles. Next it was off to work. I know it doesn't sound like fun but I have the best job. I play for a living and yesterday was no exception. When I got home the kids and I spent some quality time together. At one point a knock came on my door and two of my little primary girls from last year were standing there (they're 8 years old now). They had a birthday card for me. Evidently they had asked one of their mom's to jump on facebook and find out our birthdays. They had remembered and had just been waiting for the day to come along. It was so sweet. I gave them hugs and sent them on their way. When I opened the card, all I could do was laugh. Tucked inside was a bright, crisp dollar bill. Seriously how flipping cute is that.
And the icing on the top was the awesome date that I guilted my hubbie into. Along with Jake and Ash, we experienced the single most entertaining night of "people watching" that I can remember. It started off with dinner at squatters. Yum. Now usually squatters isn't a people watching hot spot but oh baby did we hit the jack pot. Not only is our yearly granola crew from the Outdoor Retailer convention in town, but it's also Sundance so the beautiful people converged on the city. It was so much fun. Then it was off for my totally selfish birthday wish, to go dancing. I always want to go dancing but no one will go. So yesterday...my day it was allowed. We went to this little out of the way club. Now, yesterday morning I felt the extra year weighing on me, yesterday afternoon when Ryan illuminated the fact that we were now too old for mainstream clubs like Port Of Call, I was definitely feeling that extra year, but last night as I danced amongst the 30 and older crowd of recent divorcees I felt like a baby. And a hot one at that. It was so much fun. I need to throw a special thanks to my new peeps, Thank you to the lady on the platform that did continuous bootie bounce for 3 hours straight while a group of old guys stood around her with their camara phones and her best friend in the Britni Spears "oh baby baby" schoolgirl outfit doing anything she could to get those camara phones to focus on her, for "on the dance floor all night doing the robot guy" , for "get out your glow sticks, feel stupid and put them away like 25 times guy", for super shortie zebra print dress girl" who's way too tiny black thong kept on rearing it's ugly face. So to all the saggy bawlers, and cougars that made my night so so special, Thank you...thank you so much.
Oh and Sorry Tiana, the web cam that I promised to bring to document this momentous occasion was a little conspicuous in my clubbing clothes. Thought you'd understand. Thanks to everyone who made my day one for the books.