Or, my actual birthday.

Or, the day that Saiph unknowingly planned.

While D got up and got ready, I checked my emails.  This is Saturday morning - the day I turn 30.  I saw that Saiph, who I knew was local but for whatever reason didn't consult with prior to the trip, had left a couple messages about places we should try.  I trust people over Yelp, which is how we heard about every other place we'd been to.

She recommended a place called Founding Farmers, so we headed there.  Another wet day.  I had phenomenal stuffed banana fosters French toast.  And a mimosa.  And I ate everything.

Saiph also mentioned cupcakes in Georgetown.  I'm a fiend.  I wanted to do some thrift shopping, but the store wasn't open yet, so we said fuck it and started walking to Georgetown.  It was about a fifteen minute walk and well worth it.


We stopped in a few shops and I kept pointing things out and saying, "It's my birthday."  I love this guy.  I got a few glasses at Anthropologie, some make up at Lush, the legendary cupcakes, some Godiva chocolate, and a case for my new iPod nano.

I picked a burger joint at random because it had a salad.  It also had Blue Moon.  I don't know what was up with all the places we went to, but I couldn't find a decent beer anywhere.  We ended up sitting upstairs at the Good Stuff Eatery, watching the Georgia game and drinking beer.
 
We took a shuttle back to the hotel.  Afternoon naps and finally eating the cupcakes (so worth the line!) and some chocolate covered strawberries.

We stopped by a little thrift store and bought a few pretty things.  Dropped them off at the hotel and changed for dinner.

Dinner was fancy Mexican with drinks.  Followed by a walk to U street and more drinks.  We were both pretty exhausted after all this and took the Metro back to the apartment.  I had calls from my parents and texts from family.  It was an awesome day.