Birthday with the ‘Mean Girls’

Yesterday yours truly turned 27 years old. Mon dieu, vingt-sept! Yeah, I feign horror about the slippery slope to my thirties, but really I don’t have any hang-ups about my age. (Yet. Check back in three years.)

So while I was getting ready to eat breakfast, Thom went down to the front desk to pick up a FedEx delivery that had arrived for me–the second big package I received that morning, ahem. Seeing that the box was labeled Proflowers.com, I suspected they were from Thom–oh, he’s sly, that one–and I was right! I opened it to find a beautiful bouquet of long-stemmed pink and coral roses from my elf lad. Aww.

We spent the afternoon lazing around, and in the evening went out to see that new movie Mean Girls. We’d heard some good buzz about it (mostly of the “yes, it’s a teen flick, but it’s actually good!” variety), and decided to check it out. And yes, it’s actually good, clever even, both in acting and writing, with lots of hilarious lines. On an IMDb message board I just now came across a thread about favorite lines from the movie, and reading and remembering them had me laughing out loud. “Danny DeVito! I love your work!” You have to go see it. It’s fun. Er, “fetch.”

After the movie, we had a tasty dinner at Bonsai (in the Village at Shirlington), and then went to Freddie’s for drinks. The karaoke was so-so, but there were a few cuties around–some of them were buzzing around the guy on the other side of me at the bar–so that made for good man-watching. After a few drinks, we’d had our fill, so we called it a night.

In all, a great day celebrating another trip around the sun.

P.S. Shout outs to my good friend Caroline (we go way back), whose birthday was last Thursday; and to John, whose birthday is on May 8, just like me! Any other May 8-ers (or thereabouts) out there?