So, the birthday shindig on Saturday night? Really nice. The kind of nice that puts you to bed at 3 a.m. and then makes you sleep until 11. Several of my most favorite girlfriends came over for dinner—salmon sliders and beef sliders—and wine and cake and conversation and a few ridiculous dance moves, and then we went out. You know, out, the mystical place where moms always want to go when they have a night away from their babies. Thanks to my girls, and Nekos, too, for loving on me and for making it such a fun, wild, late night. Exactly what the doctor ordered. Welcome, 29!
