Birthdays are funny. The next age always seems SO much older until you turn it. I distinctly remember when I turned 20 and I just couldn’t believe it and now, at age 35, 20-year olds seem like little kids. I look younger, I know this and it’s good, I guess, until I tell people how old I am and they say something like, “You don’t look THAT old!” Umm, thanks? That was a very long-winded way of saying that, even though I feel like I’ve been celebrating all month, my birthday was yesterday.
I woke up early, hangover free, and got down to business: muffins. Maybe I am old.
And then I tried to be all artsy with them.
You can’t beat a classic blueberry muffin. Though they had coconut (in the form of oil and milk, as well as shredded), I couldn’t really taste it. The only thing about eating a muffin for breakfast (okay fine, two) is that they didn’t have the same staying power as my usual egg sandwich does. So by the time noon came around, I was starving.
Jason wanted me to choose a special lunch place and after going back and forth in my mind about whether or not I really wanted to go to Whole Foods for my birthday lunch, we ended up at Sushi Avenue.
Good, but Whole Foods has good sushi too. Just saying. After stuffing our faces with California rolls, we headed down to Candler Park to the Sweetwater 420 Festival.
Now, if you’re not from Georgia, a 420 festival probably has a totally different connotation (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, look it up, or if you’re my mother – don’t), but Sweetwater 420 is actually a super popular locally brewed beer and this is just a regular, family-friendly even, festival.
We sat around for a while, listening to music and people watching…
before heading back home where I promptly fell asleep on the couch for an hour. Happy birthday indeed.