My wonderfully smart, caring, and bear-huggable boyfriend’s birthday was on Thursday…he is 30 years old, folks. He made it!
We celebrated 3 nights in a row and have 1 more event planned with his family tomorrow.
Woof. I can truly say that I don’t think I will need to eat again for several months. I could simply fall asleep and live off of my stomach fat like a hibernating bear.
The week started off with my gift of a nice steak dinner and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue:
The next day we went out for sushi with his bestie. Me likey some yellowtail and eel. Nomnomnom.
Last night we met up with a big group for my first experience with Brazilian BBQ. Basically, you give the green light for unlimited cuts of meat. The servers keep coming and coming until you say stop. BEEEEEEEEF!
Welcome to 30, Jonathan! I love you.