Given the spate of bad birthdays lately, I decided it’s time to stem that tide. No Birthday Week – just a Birthday Weekend. Baby steps, my friends. Here’s the plan:
Check mail for cards’n’presents.
Mani-pedi. Possible nail art, but I’m leaning toward French toes & fingers.
Walk Rita again to show off Rita and nails.
Bad Girl Bad Movie Fest: She Shoulda Said No (1949): “How Bad Can a Good Girl Get…Without Losing Her Virtue and Self-Respect?”
Accompanied by champagne. As classy as it gets ’round here.
Brunch with friends and admirers, including mimosas, and I’m almost certain, Eggs Florentine.
Possibly more cards’n’presents.
Leisurely shopping for fun things. Probably window shopping, but still.
Birthday dinner: at fancy-pants restaurant, or Do It Myself lobster fest with all the fixin’s. More champagne. Maybe a cupcake.
Not feeling a day older than 18. Yes, yes.