It's my birthweek!!

After a slow and sleepy start, yesterday's activities started to pick up around 8 PM. My friends took me for a girl's night (in pretty dresses) to celebrate at a fancy NYC steakhouse. The atmosphere was good and the food was delicious. We talked and laughed and had a wonderful time. They brought out my dessert with a candle and sang happy birthday. When the song got to my name it was more a unanimous muffled noise, but can't blame them (the waiters) for trying.

Then, we got to come home and there was an attempt to surprise me with cake, but they kinda messed it up, but that's ok. Since I thought that that was their surprise, I was certainly not expecting what came next. So, my room-mate and I are in our apt. waiting for the girls to come up with the cake and stuff. I can hear them outside congregating. And, then, the door opens. I look up, see the cake, and then see the person holding the cake. It was not one of the girls, but one of the cuties in our class. This boy is currently the object of my affection, not obsession, just good ol' 12 yr old crush like thing. And of course, since my classmates and I have nothing better to do, we talk about him all the time. So the look of surprise on my face must have been very funny, especially because I could feel myself turning red.

It remindes me of this great Christmas present I got in high school. A certain boy, who at the time was the object of my affection, came in and delivered a bag of Hershey's kisses along with a card. The card said that my Christmas present was a lot of kisses from my cute junior white boy. It was from my best friend.

So, what I am hoping for the next time, girls, is that instead of getting a cute boy to deliver sweets to me from you, you just get me the cute boy. Ok, so I probably won't accept the gift, but then again I might. (ok, i'll take him, if he's my type)

I love my birthday!!