Have you guys noticed that ever since college ended, people rarely throw birthday parties? I don't just mean the parties with pointy hats and loot bags from when I was a kid (although I do love me a good loot bag - mmm, hello random candy necklaces). I mean any kind of party. Starting from my early twenties, it seemed like the thing to do was "go out for dinner" or "go out for drinks." What happened to a good old-fashioned party? Maybe with festive signs?
Polo turned back the clock for the birthday of his girlfriend, Dr. J. We had a great time with friends we haven't seen for awhile, and we greedily gobbled down two kinds of cake from Black Hound (which I initially thought was the name of a really badass cake, but is actually the name of a badass bakery). We also sang "Happy Birthday" to Dr. J, and I was reminded again of how bad my warbling singing voice is. By the end of the song, I was just mouthing the words sheepishly. That's okay though, because it's the silent thought that counts.
New York City. On Canon Powershot.
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