Birthday Fun!

My 24th birthday was this past weekend. David asked me what I wanted for my birthday, and I told him that all I wanted was a birthday dinner at Rusan's and tickets to see Twilight. I don't know how the movie executives knew that I wished for Twilight on my birthday, but they were kind enough to grant me my wish!
So we started the night at Rusan's. I decided that we should sit in the patio area, since it would be quieter and we wouldn't bother any of the other guests in the main dining area. They assured me when I made the reservation that the area would be sealed and they would have heaters, but who knew that the plastic liner they put around the patio would have huge gaps in it.



Notice we all have our jackets and scarves on. And Josh and Natalie had to stand by the heater to thaw out!

Aside from the chill, we had lots of fun! I have great friends!


After the dinner we headed off to see TWILIGHT!!!
I am so obsessed with Twilight, that I stipulated that the dinner must be over 1 1/2 hours before the beginning of the movie, so that I could wait in line and get a great seat. David humored me as he always does when it comes to my obsessions.


We got a great place at the front of the line-right behind some Twilight moms with homemade t-shirts and hours worth of Twilight quizzes. I eavesdropped on the questions-I knew pretty much all of them. The obsession is getting bad, I'm not kidding. If I start talking about it, it's not long before I'm hopping up and down and shaking my fists in fits of hysteria. David just keeps repeating that he'll be glad when this is all over and he has his wife back. The problem is, will it ever be over? As long as they keep coming out with movies-my weird pre-teenish obsession will continue. I'm thinking of writing the publishers to see if they laced the pages of the books with crack.

A few faithful friends joined us in line for the movie.
Miles did his best vampire impression for us.




David was kind enough to get to the theater early and sit for an hour on the floor of the lobby, an act that defied all of his notions of sanitation, all for me! I love this man! He is my Edward times ten!

I wish I could say that the movie lived up to my expectations, but sadly it did not. I loved parts of the movie and I have every intention of seeing it again soon, maybe several more times, but I wish that several things had been different. For instance, I wish that they had not added scenes to the movie that weren't in the book or changed the way certain characters talked or acted-like Billy-he would NEVER say "that's the bomb"! But overall I loved the movie and I'm way excited for New Moon!
It was a great 24th birthday! Thanks to all of my friends and family for making me feel special. I love you guys!

NEW BIKE!

My 2009 Bianchi Milano Parco bike finally arrived all the way from Italy! It is the best bike, ever! Sometimes, when you have to wait four months for something, you start to wonder whether or not it will be worth the wait. This bike was DEFINITELY worth the wait.
I was really excited to finally have my bike, so David and I decided to go for a ride on Sunday afternoon. I didn't know that the afternoon would soon be tainted by some very foolish mistakes on my part.
Mistake #1: My wardrobe choice was my first and biggest mistake.
I decided that since this bike is meant to be a means of transportation for me if I need it, that I should wear whatever I would normally wear in transit. My everyday choice is jeans and some sort of top, so I went with that. However, my mistake was choosing to wear my favorite pair of 7 jeans!
So, David and I drove over to the old Jefferson Highway, which is traffic-free - ideal for riding!
This is me and my beautiful bike before the ride.

Oh, so innocent.

We decided to go on a six mile bike ride. We got to about mile three and I was having so much fun. My bike is way cute and the afternoon was perfect for riding.
Mistake #2: I became so distracted by the fun I was having that I decided to look over at David for a split-second.
I looked left and my bike veered right - right into a three inch trench beside the pavement drop-off. I tried to steady myself, but there was nowhere for my wheels to go. I was going down, but not even fast. My fall was a wobbly, clumsy, slow crash into the pavement. Luckily, I was going slow enough, so when I fell onto my left hand, it didn't scrape against the pavement ( I don't think I could handle another month of missing the skin on my palms, like when I tripped over a speed-bump while walking - don't ask - I'm a mess).
Unfortunately, I could feel my left knee scraping into the pavement and I knew that I had just put a whole in my 7s! I got up, and immediately started crying and babbling incoherently that everything is ruined.
David checked my bike out and told me that it's okay, I didn't do any damage to my new bike, but I was not appeased. I hate ruining clothes. I am very possessive and attached to my clothes. I both love and hate buying jeans. They're expensive and I always have to have them altered to fit my height, so when I finally have a pair that is perfectly suited to my petite frame, I become very emotionally attached to them. David tried to calm me down, but I wasn't having any of it. Sometimes, I think when people see me having a public tantrum, they must wonder who the psycho is next to David. Luckily, no one was around to witness my meltdown. Only seconds after I decided to stop crying, a huge peloton came towards us. I am SO glad they were not there to witness my embarrassing fall or the resulting fit. We got back on our bikes and continued our ride. I was fuming the entire ride. We made it back to the car without any more wipe outs. We loaded the bikes and drove home.
So, until next weekend, I will look at my gorgeous bike, my poor disfigured jeans and my knees that bear the marks of my many falls (David says I shouldn't care, because they're the mark of an active person. I think they are just the mark of my clumsiness). But I will get back on my bike, because as long as I don't fall and smash my head open; I think I can deal with a few scars and some ruined jeans. They are a small price to pay for outdoor fun with my love!