Thoroughly satisfying

My birthday. I had tea and granola with fruit for early breakfast, laid around in the morning, then went to the library to get a new library card. The woman who set me up with the card had relatives in Alabama, so we bonded over that. (She spent her childhood summers about half an hour away from where I lived.)

I met Hannah and Katie for a totally delicious second breakfast of bacon lettuce tomato avocado and fried egg sandwiches on croissants, then Katie and I went back to her apartment to be slugs and watch Veronica Mars for a while. Then we went to see Talledega Nights--which is really best viewed as a matinee, or maybe a rental.* In the evening, I went out for a swank dinner with Katie and Chris. Heirloom tomato, fresh mozarella salad, beef tenderloin with roasted farro, spinach, and mushrooms in a cabernet reduction sauce, and, sweet Jesus, espresso creme brulee with fresh raspberries. Then I met Hannah for a drink on the patio of our favorite cafe in my neighborhood, and their dirty martini with a blue-cheese-stuffed olive was divine.

After, I walked home in a daze. I haven't yet sussed out my neighborhood enough to know if I feel safe walking home in the dark at 10:30 p.m., but I want to be. So I did it anyway, and it was fine.

I don't think I feel 30. I don't know what 30 feels like. I suspect that today I'm fine, but tomorrow I'll wake up and freak out.

* I suspect the next time I get really drunk, I'll quote the most hysterical line from it: "Who's retarded now??" Or flip someone off and say, "Yeah. Got it at Target. It was on sale." Ok, I guess you really have to see the movie to appreciate it.