So I was going to write this really long post about how this year, I’m filled with gratitude and joy on my birthday, instead of my usual dread/shame, or mere happiness. And that is true. I am. I don’t understand why I’m surrounded by so many good people, from acquaintances to blogging-friends to coworkers to close friends to family: my life is filled with funny, generous, smart individuals from all walks of life. No idea why these losers have had such a lapse in judgment as to like me, but hey! Nobody is perfect and it makes me SO happy. Toe-tappingly, goofy-grinningly happy.
OR that might be caused by all the champagne I drank today. Not sure.
Instead, let me brag about my amazing birthday so far.
Like Winnie-the-Pooh wisely advises , it is necessary to have a “little sometin'” to tide you over till supper
As I was walking down the street, happily enjoying my macarons snack, a French dude called out to me, “But watch out! You’ll get fat if you eat too many of those!”
Watch me, bro.
I then proceeded to have one of the most posh suppers ever:
Bougiest supper ever: kir royale, foie gras, boeuf tartare, biscuit rosé, strawberry gazpacho
Observe the happy tipsy bday smile #stillclassy
But was that enough? No! I wanted a 2nd dessert. I wandered about Reims at 11pm searching for the perfect sweet bite.
Macarons? Mille-feuille? Crème brûlée? Profiteroles? Any other French delicacy?
I had a Burger King chocolate sunday and it was AWESOME. #zeFrenchgaspedinhorreur
Tomorrow, imma finish the celebrations by going to a champagne winery (Taittinger), and doing an intense dégustation, bien sûr! I considered squeezing in two champagne tours, because I am not ashamed of being a lush on my 3rd 30th bday, but then I realized I’d miss out on seeing a famous palace, and I love indulging my princess side. So instead I’ll start off the day with a café crème and a fresh warm croissant, sitting on a cobblestone terrace.
Gratitude and joy are easier in France.