birthday roundup

It's been a crazy week. And I think my best birthday ever. I've been working my ass off lately, and am definitely in need of sleep, but occasional crankiness doesn't stop me from appreciating how much I love the people who love me.
I had 2 birthday picnics here in Montreal, and Sunday morning finally felt that bliss from walking home in the early broad daylight after a euphoric night out. (Not since New Year's at least, which is another story.) Plus it was so warm at 5.30am, it was a revelation. it was a re-birth.

Friday lunch I had a picnic with Cathy and Bianca. It was divinely decadent, and I will never again underestimate the power of drinking rousse on my lunch break.
Friday night I went with Erika to see Never Surrender, but their Fringe show sucked compared to last year's edition - 'cause they'd used all the good music already. Three words: Bryan Adams ballads. played full-length. gag. Still enjoyable on the whole, though.

Saturday I did the 10K race on the mountain, in which 2 people fainted. I ate so many oranges afterwards that my grandkids will be scurvy-proof. Erika and I then absquatulated for ice cream, and ran like giggling maniacs through every park fountain in Outremont. We got busted by security. Twice.

Saturday night I went with the yuki-ninjas and John and Amos & Co. to Stereo, which was amazing. It also looked like the club scene in a tv-movie about the HIV epidemic. Which brings me back to my Sunday morning walk home...

Monday night we had a sangria and birthday cake sunset picnic in Parc Lafontaine, courtesy of wonderful Dr. J. We all fell asleep on the blankets in what was possibly the most perfect evening of the year.

i'm so spoiled. 27 rocks. If you're disgusted reading all this, i'll understand...