I've been fortunate to experience two events twice in 2008: I've endured two summers (one in Asia during my travels, and another one in Las Vegas, which is currently ebbing away as we speak); and I turned 27 twice, I realized, as I sat down last night trying to chow on an elegant 6 course Moroccan meal in light of my "impromptu" faux birthday celebration. My friend, Arsy, had this insane idea of telling the waiter that it was my birthday. Much to my embarrassment, they actually put a nice little pink birthday candle on the Pastilla they served as a dessert, played HAPPY BIRTHDAY on the PA system, had the whole room singing, and voila! It suddenly was my birthday all over again.
The first time my birthday came around earlier this year, I was too busy with my ongoings that I failed to notice it, let alone celebrate it properly. Sad, sad, sad... but this is what happens to you when your TO DO list is on steroids. Anyway, I'm glad that I was able to rectify the situation and cleanse the sin of self neglect by just going with my friend's little prank.
So I blew out my candle and made a proper wish; ate my flaky, phyllo crusted apple pie topped with 3 lbs worth of confectioner's sugar, and; watched the bellydancer lady dance to the Moroccan version of I Will Survive while tinkling her little hand-bells. It was a perfect reprise to the birthday I would have otherwise missed.
Thank God for friends who are as insane as I.
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sounds like an awesome resto! take me there!
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