birfday

Just under 2 weeks ago I enjoyed a most excellent birthday.

The day before my birthday, I received a parcel from J and C that included a slather of fantastic age-defying face creams, lip balm, my beloved Purex, chocolate sparkles, my favourite Marsior Lindt chocolates and the cutest dog card replete with hand-drawn pictures by a young illustrator and C.

On the morning of, I awoke to a fantastic homemade card and a new waffle iron. The Mister made me waffles (from batter he sneakily made while I was sleeping), and frothy mimosas with Veuve Cliquot.

Then I was whisked away to a spa in the West Village for a massage, pedicure, bikini wax and facial. Well, actually, not whisked, but escorted on bicycle because I didn't want to take the fancy car service that C had reserved for me.

Carrie met me afterwards and then C met us shortly thereafter and they surprised me with dinner at Perry Street, Jean-Georges Vongerichten's new restaurant.

If you're able to access the NY Times review online, you'll read about the tasty gazpacho and grilled peach and frisee salad heartily enjoyed. It was truly fantastic.

I also got tickets to go to C's Broadway show with Carrie. And I got to chose the theme for the improvised section. I chose grizzly bears as homage to Werner Herzog's new documentary Grizzly Man and let me tell you, it was a thrill a minute.

I ended up getting a bit sauced after the show which I guess is par for the course, right?

Oh, and I got a pile of sweet gifts from C, too. Lucky.