There’s nothing like recovering from a whirlwind trip to Italy like running the roads back home. Juston was fully immersed into his summer job in Wilmington only couple days after we arrived back in country. My girl Daphne was happily whining at my return and we were attempting to get back into the (a?) routine.
While I was away, someone turned up the thermostat to seven degrees hotter than the sun here in NC and we were all suffering the scorch of summer. Hard to believe I spent two weeks in cool and breezy Italia only a short bit ago. What a difference an ocean makes.
My 29th birthday was celebrated again. In fact, it was the 17th anniversary of my 29th birthday. Funny enough, I’ve had as many anniversary celebrations of my 29th birthday as I had anniversaries in my marriage. Right now I’m in-between anniversary milestones but I’m really looking forward to my 25th anniversary (you know, the silver one). By then I expect my head to be capped in silver and that’s better than some pretty silverware that you’ll never use, but still have to polish.
I’m not gonna lie, turning 30 was awful and I still haven’t recovered from my Meg Ryan When Harry Met Sally hysterical meltdown draped over the arm of the sofa all those years ago. Strange. Even stranger is that Juston and I share the same birthdate and he’s 21 and now his mama is 29 with a bit of experience, poor kid. Weird how that works, although I’ll admit math was never my sport.
The birthday weekend began with a trip to the Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden and a tour of Belmont Abbey. My birthday was celebrated noshing on a tender filet and glorious, decadent truffle fries under the glitz of the arched ceiling and warm glow of the amber sconces at Webb Country Kitchen, a glamorous former movie theater in Gastonia.
The weekend continued with a moonlight walk around Gastonia and a Food Truck Chow Down in South End, Charlotte. Oh, and I was taken hostage by the Emperor’s Royal Guard, hung out with some Storm Troopers at HeroesCon, and celebrated my release from the Empire with a mimosa at Fahrenheit.
Yes, it was an outstanding weekend-long birthday celebration. Way more gooder than number 30, no doubt. I’m hoping next year will be this good.