My parents got in on Saturday afternoon a mere minutes after I got back from my run. They gave me my birthday presents - which were awesome and so generous considering I'm (technically) a grown ass woman. But, I will never, ever say no to presents. We relaxed around my apartment for a while before heading down to the North End to eat some delicious Italian food. Of course I made them stand in line at Modern to get some pastries. I got marzipan and it was so good that I needed a moment of silence to mourn when they were all gone.
My parents stayed with me. In my studio apartment. I never thought the day would come when I was fighting with them over who would get to sleep on the air mattress. My dad won. Which really means my mother and I lost because she is the most restless sleeper ever and when she wasn't complaining about it being hot I was listening to my dad shift to and fro on the air mattress. I woke up at 7:30 in the morning and because of where the air mattress was I couldn't even leave to get coffee. I was literally trapped in my own apartment until I decided it was time for everyone to face the day. And then my mother made me flip the mattress. Yes, that happened.
I took them to my favorite breakfast joint and then we spent the rest of the afternoon shopping and walking around Harvard Square. I even took them to Upper Crust and you know what? My pizza snob parents from New York LOVED it. And then they made me sit on the Harvard Law School sign. I believe my mother may have said something along the lines of "pretend you were smart enough to go there!".
After they left I got dressed for my part I of my birthday celebration. We went to a dive bar - ate cupcakes, sang karaoke, did shots of tequila (I KNOW! First one was poured at 9:30. Kill me), and sang more karaoke. It was amazing. Apparently towards the end of the night my friend tried to order another round of tequila shots and the bartender asked if they were for me. She said yes and he pointed in my direction and said, "I don't think I should serve her anymore tonight". And lo and behold, I was resting my face on the bar, with a huge smile plastered across my face. I was ill all day. I went to yoga at 5:30pm THE NEXT DAY and I was still feeling vomit-y. It was totally worth it.
Also, it's good to know that tequila does, in fact, still make me black out. But, I didn't cry, bite, or get angry at anyone. So maybe we can lift the ban? Not that I ever followed it anyway, but why not just make it official?
|three of my favorites|
|a monkey for the monkey, and a coffee mug for the caffeine addict|