Ah, well, here I am at 40, looking it square in the eye thanks to help from this:
Not a great picture, but the important detail is that there is an ENTIRE bottle of wine in that glass. Yep, that was one of my many awesome presents (a few others included a good bottle of wine, a bottle of tequila, a 40 oz bottle of Mickey's malt liquor) from an extended Friday night happy hour. Needless to say, on Saturday morning I truly felt Hank Williams Jr.s' line when he sings "Hangovers hurt more than they used to". At that point, I was still in my 30's, but what's a day or two?
Adding to the mix, Michael and I enjoyed our own celebration on Sunday night at Jar, a very "LA" restaurant in my mind. That was a major extravagance but well worth it - after all, I'm never going to turn four zero again. We've been to Jar before, but it had literally been years since our last outing there. I did, however, still remember the Porterhouse steak well from that last visit! From our experience, there is always an interesting crowd, usually plenty of pretentious Hollywood types or the older-guy-much-younger-woman-couples peppering the restaurant. This time, we sat between a pair of elderly gentlemen who talked about food and travel the entire meal and a young, super hip but totally silent couple who spent way more time looking at their phone than talking to each other. Talk about a diverse crowd! I was really craving a good steak, something that we don't often eat but that this place is known for (I had the porterhouse on my palate, I suppose). Michael indulged me, and we split an enormous "tomahawk steak" that was cooked and cut on the bone. I think we surprised our waiter by finishing the entire steak - but it was for two people! We also split dessert, a butterscotch pudding with salted carmel on top. I think that it was one of the most memorable desserts that I've had in a very long time. In fact, the entire meal was pretty awesome - so much so that our waiter even commented to us, "You've just had the perfect meal!".
I think I agree.
Lest one think that all I did was eat, drink and be merry all weekend long, I did log in a spin, swim and a run. Someone told me that I *had* to run on my birthday, at least 40 minutes, one minute per year. I ended up with a 50-minute run which felt good (actually, it kind of felt like hell since I started with a crazy uphill for about a mile or longer). I did feel good afterwards, however!