day two of thirty: the afternoon of ugly cake!

Meet Ugly Cake:

You'll notice there are two forks here and half a cake. (And I don't even think the cake is ugly, but Thea dubbed it so after 1) having to shave it to make it the right shape and 2) having to carry it around the city all morning) Thea met me today, the day after my birthday, the day after my office holiday party -- the day I had off because I've worked at the law firm for (gulp) five years. (So far this being 30 thing rocks!)

The weather today was gorgeous, so Thea and I munched and strolled and said "happy birthday to me!" whenever anybody looked askance at two lovely women gorging on birthday cake in the middle of the afternoon.

I was all loosey-goosey after my visit to the spa (thank you attorney-bosses) and we talked about boys and being thirty and acting and everything important. We wended our way to the east village where we stopped at the Knit Cafe for a coffee, but decided just to head over to 7A for lunch instead. And post lunch? Thea gave me a palm reading -- and I don't mean she read my palm. She found me a professional palm reader (who worked out of a storefront with naked screaming children in the back).

Want to know my future? I'm going to live a "long life." I'm going to "be the mother of three children" (at which point I snickered) even though I find it "difficult to fathom" at this point. I'm very creative. And I'm very passionate and physical when I love someome. I've spent too much time with one person in the past, and I'm having a hard time connecting with the person I'm with now. I'm not necessarily holding on to the past, it's holding on to me. (whatever any of that means)

Oh, and I won't be doing Midsummer Night's Dream. (that wasn't the psychic, though. It was my answering service.)

I would like to publicly thank Thea for making my birthday extra-special! And to all of you who remembered, who called me, who sent e-cards, real cards or gifts. (especially tasty LUSH ones!) Who left comments on my blog. Who took the time on a special day to make me feel special. My birthday has always meant a lot to me, and it's because of you, the people who speak up to tell me you're happy I was born.

I think we should do more of this on a regular basis.

And so does ugly cake.