Friday, July 29, 2011

Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind

alternately titled "I turned 30 yesterday!"


My celebration did not include cake.  Or presents.  I received 3 cards, 1 phone call, 1 tweet and 80+ (!) Facebook messages.


Social media for the win!  


(Oh, and before you give the hubs the side-eye regarding the presents, he gave my my birthday present early.  He gave me my new netbook before I went to L.A. so I didn't have to lug my 17" behemoth laptop with me.  Now, the cake on the otherhand...)


Anyway.  My birthday was still pretty great, despite the distinct lack of cake.


I've been working (curriculum writing) for most of the last two weeks), but took the day off.  I figure, the trade-off for all those years of not being able to bring cupcakes to school on my birthday when I was growing up is that I don't work on my birthday as an adult.  (Well, since I'm a teacher I don't at least.)


Instead, I slept in.  I took care of a few things around the house that I'd been meaning to get to this week.  One of my best girls called me to wish me a happy birthday and we chatted for a while.  Then I went and got a mani-pedi.  It was a restful and relaxing day.


Since I'm still working on my "31 days of yoga" challenge, my dear husband tagged along with me to my Core Focus class.  It was FABULOUS.  Lots of my favorite people were there, and my friend (and yoga instructor) Sarah started the class off with a fun "Happy Birthday To You!" song... while having us do some killer outer hip exercises.  I had a great time (even though I had to sport the faux-celebrity look by wearing my sunglasses the whole time... I was at the back of the studio and forgot my regular glasses in the car.) [UPDATE:  The song is called "Cut the Cake" by John McCutcheon.  It's a fun, upbeat change from the usual "Happy Birthday" song!]  


It was great spending my birthday in class with a bunch of my favorite people.  I smiled and laughed just about the whole time (and if you've ever been to Sarah's Core Focus class, you know that's not easy!)  On the way out, lots of people wished me well and made me smile even more.


After class, we walked across the street to Bangkok 54 for dinner.  It's a pretty restaurant, although the company has slowly been taking over all of the businesses on the block and each of the 4 storefronts has a different sign.  


Crispy Tofu.  Deep-fried goodness with a sweet peanut-chili dipping sauce.  WIN.

Thai dumplings.  Crabmeat, pork, and water chestnut in wonton skin with sweet-soy sauce.  Another favorite of mine!  

Shrimp & Crabmeat Fried Rice.  Beautiful presentation, but lacked some flavor.
Thai fried rice is often served with lime, and I think a little citrus would have gone a long way here.

54's Spicy Roasted Duck.  Crispy roasted duck with chili peppers, garlic, and crispy basil leaves.
Excellent, although some of the bigger pieces were a little dry.
The smaller, fattier pieces were my favorite--rich and spicy and crunchy!


Unfortunately, Bangkok 54 no longer serves my favorite dessert--sticky rice with coconut custard.  But have no fear!  There are a bunch of great Thai restaurants on Columbia Pike so we walked across the street to Rincome and I was able to get it there.  Crisis averted!  


What my birthday lacked in cake and candles, it made up for in well wishes from friends, and my general sense of happiness and contentment with my life right now.  


I'll leave you with this quote from the card my friend Katherine gave me.  


"Youth is not a time of life - it is a state of mind.  It is not a matter of ripe cheeks, red lips and supple knees.  It is a temper of will, a quality of imagination, a rigor of the emotions.  It is freshness of the deep springs of life.  Nobody grows old by living a number of years.  People grow old only by deserting their ideals.  Years wrinkle the skin but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul."  -Swami Bua


With days like this, I can't foresee giving up my enthusiasm... ever.   


Thanks to everyone who made my birthday special!  I love you all!





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