It was the best birthday...just so much fun. The night of, Cody and I went to Poor Richard's Pub. I had a 7 and 7 and the bartender gave Cody and I some complementary shots. It was called 'Your Tongue in My Panties' and it was deeeeeeelicious. Then we ripped it up at the bowling alley at 2 in the morning with a pitcher of beer and killer dance moves. On the actual day of my birthday, Cody gave me my presents in bed (2 kinds of cinnamon schnapps, a 24 pack of cinnamon tic-tacs, the fourth season of The West Wing, and the Criterion edition of The Royal Tenenbaums), and then whipped up a wonderful batch of pancakes and orange juice. We then drove to Nay Aug Park and hiked down to the gorge and waterfall. It was stunningly beautiful. The weather was perfect; warm and dry, breezy, and the splash of the waterfall felt cool against my feet. It was amazing.
We ate dinner at Cooper's Seafood, one of my favorite Scranton eateries. I had a melon ball cocktail (and was not carded!) and got a free seafood dinner. Cody looked smashing in his Liberty of London tie, and his smile made the whole restaurant get brighter. After a delicious meal, we sauntered over to Carmen's wine bar. It is my ideal drinking establishment; dark wood and damask wallpaper, tall glass shelves and dark ocher lamps. And to my great surprise, the seating area of the bar was hosting a 3-piece jazz band. The bandleader was convinced Cody and I were getting married; he even announced it to the crowd and we were applauded. Someday! Someday.
Cody also got me the most delicious ice cream cake, which we devoured.
Sunday morning we planted our flowers, green peppers and tomatoes. We opened all the windows in the apartment, the breeze skated through the rooms; the curtains danced in their frames. Turner sunbathed and mewed for the chance at the outdoor life. It felt like home. I can't wait for summer. For grocery shopping and cooking of meals together, and snuggling on the futon to watch the news. Sharing the sink to brush our teeth and crawling into bed together. Bars and gallery openings Saturday nights, picnics, museums, and laundry on Sunday mornings. Lovin' alllllll the time.
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