Birthday Dinner

Thirty is the new black...or the new twenty nine, actually. I'm thirty years old today, like, right now as I type this, I'm a thirty year old woman. It feels pretty much the same as twenty nine did yesterday, except my finger hurts really badly for some reason, and I'm no longer in my twenties, which is weird.

My last weekend in my twenties went pretty much the same as every other awesome weekend throughout the past year, although there was an expensive dinner thrown in there for good measure (thanks Colin!). We went to the Water Grill, a posh seafood place inside a fancy old building in downtown LA. We did our best "sophisticated" impression, although that facade quickly crumbled while we passed the time waiting for our food by balancing silverware on our faces:

The food was stupidly, insanely good. We even got a dozen oysters (my favorite food for ever and ever amen), which I forgot to take a photo of because I lose all reasoning when a icy plate of oysters are put in front of my face. For two skinny people, Colin and I eat A LOT of food. I think we always surprise the waitstaff where ever we go with the amount of food we order, followed by actually finishing it all. I've always had a healthy appetite and a high metabolism. I hope my thirties don't interfere with that.

Yum...lots of it

Although I don't usually like ordering dessert in fancy restaurants, preferring to sample as many savory things as my stomach can handle, and perhaps eating ice cream in front of the t.v. later that night, there was an item on the dessert menu that was too delicious sounding to pass up: peanut butter & chocolate coulant.

Oh my god it was the best thing I've ever put in my facehole. Before they brought out our dessert, though, the lovely waiter brought me a dish of yummy mango sorbet with a candle in it, and thanked me for being a wonderful guest. He was so sweet!

mango sorbet and peanut butter coulant

Peanut butter ice cream sat atop a warm chocolate cake, that when cut into with ravenous greed, oozed warm peanut butter sauce. Then! sitting next to the cake was a pile of caramel fucking popcorn with mini homemade marshmallows and some banana caramel thing that made me want to cry with happiness. God the whole thing was just so freaking amazing.

Happy and beyond satiated, we basked in the dim light of the restaurant and finished our bottle of wine. It was such a lovely birthday dinner. I couldn't have asked for a more perfect was to celebrate my last Saturday night as a twenty-something.

Cheers everyone! Thanks for being great readers and sticking with me through my turbulent twenties! I hope my thirties entertain and amuse you just as much.