I am officially one year closer to kicking the bucket.
And remember all those jokes that I made on Friday about my impending need for a motorized scooter to shuttle me around now that I’m getting all old and moldy?
Well, I woke up yesterday (which was, incidentally, my actual birthday) having thrown my back out in my sleep.
Let me repeat that. I threw my back out. While I was sleeping. In my bed.
That’s right- you may not have believed me before, but I fear I will actually be shuffling around in my slippers and housecoat before the year is done.
I guess that just means that I have to dance a little bit harder while I still can.
And make it to more Cubs games.
Done and done.
Not many food pictures this weekend (but there was a hotdog and some Old Style as promised).
Last night I dined with my family at one of my favorite restaurants, Nacional 27. It has become a tradition to go there on my birthday (except for last year when we realized that they were closed on Sundays) and it never disappoints.
We shared a few tapas for the table, including shrimp+scallop tiny tacos and pumpkin+goat cheese croquetas, and then ordered entrees.
Alas, I have no photos of the meal. The lighting was incredibly dim and I knew my point and shoot would lose that battle every time. My sister even wondered aloud why I wasn’t taking any pictures of my food (“you know you’re a food blogger when…”), but sometimes my camera needs a break.
It was still pretty tired from the shenanigans:
And sporting a mid-1990’s hairstyle.
Thanks to everyone who left birthday wishes! The weekend was full of friends, baseball, sunshine and good food and I couldn’t think of anything else I need!