Time is flying already (or I just suck at blogging), but I’m 30! My birthday was last month, and I’m pretty sure I celebrated enough to last the whole week/month/year. It was the best birthday I’ve had to date, and I’m not sure what I’ve done to deserve being spoiled as much as I am by Michael, but I’m pretty dang thankful. I’ve been meaning to do a full recap of the birthday weekend but obviously I’m getting even worse at this posting thing in my old age. I’ll give it a shot anyway.
Living in Richmond and being a girl, I fit the very stereotypical classification of loving Quirk Hotel. With that, it’s obvious that I’d never need/get the opportunity to stay at the hotel since we live 5 minutes away and one night’s stay could pay for a quarter of our monthly rent. Well, for my birthday, Michael exceeded all expectations by reserving one of the loft suites for the night. To sweeten the deal even more, this Madewell duffle bag that he swore I didn’t need was waiting on the bed when we arrived. We had dinner with friends for the Sunday fried chicken feast, a beautiful funfetti cake from Whisk for dessert, and then stayed the night, mostly so I could order my first ever room service. It was a funny feeling, to be staying at some swanky hotel 5 minutes away. What were we supposed to do? I mostly danced in circles at all of the free space without a dog trying to tackle me, and we watched 10 minutes of ESPN downstairs before watching the news upstairs before bed. #thisis30. But really.
its not your birthday until you have cake for (or with) breakfast
A fun story – Michael brings me coffee in bed basically every single morning (I’ve reached another phase in my life where I can hardly function without it), so it was extra special to me that he got us this room so I could have my room service (and coffee!). The food was amazing. As a room service amateur, I had no clue that they walked it into your room, and I awkwardly stood there in my pjs, not knowing what to say or how to tip. The awkwardness can’t get much worse than me dealing with the public at 8am, pre-coffee and pre-dry shampoo.
The rest of my birthday included lunch at Stella’s, which called for an afternoon cocktail (which I NEVER partake in), watching the sunset at Libby Hill Park, and dinner at the Roosevelt. We’d been to the Roosevelt for brunch but not dinner and it definitely did not disappoint. I will gladly go there again, if a particular boyfriend of mine is reading this and wants to unfairly (on my part) share an order of chicken wings sometime soon/this week/everyday.
All in all, I have zero complaints about turning 30. I was spoiled rotten to celebrate, and I can’t wait to see what else is in store for the year. (Though Michael has basically set the bar pretty high so it’ll be fun to see what else he’s capable of.) I feel better than I have in a long time and I’m hoping this is my year to tell my metabolism to please do a u-turn instead of coming to a screeching halt.
I am lucky/loved/spoiled/happy beyond measure. CHEERS! xoxo.