I'm back!

Yes, I realize that it's been two weeks since I last posted. I had meant to come back on my birthday and finish the post, but then my life was overtaken by the Tribeca Film Festival, which I just finished on Sunday. I'll get to that later.

I'm one of those people who make a big deal out of birthdays. Everyone should have a day that's just for them and is totally awesome. I'm big into the dinner and cake and ice cream and going to a movie and making that person feel special. But when you're the usual planner of things, your own birthday usually gets overlooked because it seems wrong to plan your own birthday and nobody else makes as big a deal out of it as you would. But I must say that my family--mom and Emily--have really been great with my birthday the past couple years. I know it's the distance this year, and the making up for the terrible birthday two years ago, but I really do appreciate what they do for me. They sent me a package with gifts and totally awesome cards (with sound, one playing the Buffy theme song and one that was perfect from Emily) and chocolate. My dad sent me a check....and cereal. I'm not sure which one I was more in dire need of--money or food. Thanks dad!

My roommates were also totally awesome. Rosemary and Maria both made signs wishing me a Happy Birthday, one placed on my door and the other on the back of a chair with presents surrounding it. And a huge shout out to Marky Mark for planning my birthday dinner. I don't know how the job got placed on him, except that he's been in the city for four years and knows a million more places than I do in the Lower East Side, which is where I wanted to eat since I would be coming from Tribeca (yes, I will get to that in another post). He found a great Italian place, Three of Cups, in the village where I had some awesome ravioli with pink sauce. No, I don't know what pink sauce is, but it was pink and so I got it. Mark then took us to Whole Foods where he bought me a birthday cake--which was made of dark chocolate and pretty much to die for.

And the capper to my evening was a phone call from Ivy, who didn't want to go to bed without first telling me something, "Happy Birthday!"

I wish I was a better storyteller, but I have a hard time remembering what happened last night let alone what happened two weeks ago! Maybe I should make notes for myself as things are happening....


A big thanks for all the phone calls, texts, wall posting, presents, posters made (Paula and friends back at Wal-mart) and singing voicemail messages. I appreciate Rosemary, Maria and Mark for making it a special day for me when I'm so far away from family and friends. It was definitely a great birthday! Only regret--I didn't get any pictures of me on my birthday!