Speaking of birthdays and friends, last night Pete and Drew started talking about taking me out to a place with good food and good drink this week. The idea that had been tossed around was Jacob Wirth's, which from my understanding won't be with us for too much longer. This seemed like a cool idea until later, when a strange series of thoughts hit me. I was up doing the insomniac tango accompanied by foreign house anxiety and some sort of g-i distress when for some reason, spending the evening of my 35th at a restaurant that may be on its last legs began to seem unfortunately portential. I do love the place, but Thursday just doesn't feel like the right night for our next visit.
I have no idea if that makes any sense at all. I suppose I could chalk it freaking out just a little because I'm hitting one of the magic 'five' year markers. Curious.
Ideally, I think I'd like to spend time with friends making up a list of crazy things I should do with myself in the coming year. Or something.
Talk to me! ;)