Birthdaypalooza, Day 1

My birthday is Wednesday, but for the past several years I’ve started celebrating several days in advance. Birthday, birthweek, birthmonth. As far as I’m concerned, it’s just an excuse to celebrate life more fully.

I had dinner with my mom and my sister Charity, my grandmother and her husband, whom we all call Big Dave (behind his back, of course), and my aunt and uncle. We went to an Italian restaurant (my favorite). I had a Crown and Diet Coke (must take advantage of my last 2 weeks of conception vacation). Someone ordered a giant piece of chocolate cake on the sly (it was so rich I could literally only swallow two bites of it!).

I left the restaurant and went directly to Rack Room with my birthday spoils. I should add to my “A little more about me” list: I am a shoe whore. Shoe stores are like crack houses for me: I get lured in by some attractive ploy in the window, and then I can’t seem to break away. I just keep touching them. Trying them on. Smelling them. New clothes smell like burnt plastic, but new shoes…ahhhh. (Incidentally, new books have the same effect on me, but that’s a story for another day.)

The shoe store was having a “Buy 1 Get the Second Pair for 50% off,” so of course I had to buy two pairs. I was there for over an hour, and I almost bought five different pairs of shoes before I found THE SHOES near the counter. I tried to get the girl to give me 50% off of pair number three, but she just laughed. I think she thought I was joking. So I put one pair back and left with my top two selections.

By all counts Day 1 was a GREAT success. Stay tuned for Day 2: Adventures of an Almost 31 Year-Old Library School Student. (I know, shoe shopping is WAY more exciting.)


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