Last night Derek and I went out in China town. I never really go out in China town and I don't know why. I mean they have a Chinese McDonald's. We did not eat a the Chinese McDonald's though.
We wandered around the Park Street area and ended up at a bar listening to an Irish bartender's thoughts on divorce.
"I plan on having 12 marriages behind me before I hit the grave."
They had some radio station from Cork playing in the background.
We stopped by one more bar in Davis and then headed to bed. But not before I got a half birthday present!
Happy half birthday to me! I'm officially 28 and 1/2. Good thing I reminded Derek about this all last week (I did not actually ask for anything, so the roses were a complete surprise). I hate having a February birthday because half the time my birthday plans get ruined by snow. This is why I like my half birthday much better. I suggest you do this as well is you're not satisfied with your actual birthday.