Birthday Weekend 2013 (woo hoo!) is officially over. ‘Twas a weird one, yes. But between all the tears, overwhelming emotion, and exhaustion, it was also probably the best birthday I’ve had in years.
Friday afternoon I headed up to St. Cloud (yes, again) to met up with my cousin, Danielle, for dinner at my favorite Mexican place. But first, disgusting birthday shots with a chocolate milk chaser with my grandma were, apparently, necessary.
Grandma ended up joining Danielle, my mom, and me for dinner. A dinner where we feasted on all of my favorites: daiquiris, chips and salsa, burritos slathered in cheese and sour cream and all things sinful, and the best of the best: Fried. Ice cream.
After dinner, the four of us headed to a local bar where several more shots and cocktails were knocked back, along with some minor league gambling. Yes, my family is the coolest. Grandma decided it was past her bedtime, so while she and my momma headed home, Danielle and I grabbed a few beers and stirred up a bit of trouble around town. We crashed a party at my aunt and uncles (small town shenanigans), and ended the night back at her house for a slumber party. It was delightful.
Saturday, my actual birthday, dawned bright and beaming: endlessly blue skies, sunshine, and a chilly fall breeze. My favorite weather. Danielle and I decided it was absolutely required birthday behavior that we head to our favorite local bakery for donuts and coffee.
We sat outside people watching and generally enjoying the gorgeous morning, After topping off our coffees, we decided that I guess maybe we should do something to work off the excess calories we consumed, so we laced up our sneaks and headed out for a long walk. Good conversation with one of my favorite people? I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed having this girl around.
The day got a little heavy, then, as Danielle had to head off to a wedding, and I had to go to my grandpa’s house to help pack up all his stuff. There’s some sort of odd poetry in packing up all a person’s belongings on their birthday…
Later, I spent some time with my grandpa out at the cemetery, wishing him a happy birthday, crying some happy tears, crying a few more sad tears, remembering all the birthdays we’d shared through the years.
Finally, after a long day, I sleepily drove back to the Cities. After all, I had to get a little shut eye before my 5K race on Sunday! But, so I don’t abuse my photo privileges here, I’ll share more on that amazingness tomorrow!