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Happy Birthday, Honey!

I think birthdays are amazing. Every person gets one day every year--only one day, but every single year--that is all about him or her. One day when everything is all about you: what do you want to eat? Where do you want to go? What do you want to do? When do you want to do it? What do you want to wear?

Some people (like Honey) don't particularly enjoy birthdays. That means that I now have two days when everything is about me: My birthday, July 14th, and his birthday, December 10. His birthday is all about me, because I have to make sure I make everything perfect for him. It's amazing. He usually does not mind what I choose, so I get to choose what I want. And when he has a particular wish, I usually agree with it, so it's still about me (technically).

Honey turned 26 this past Friday--which is cool, because I've decided to turn 23 in July. We had a party in Billiard Galerie--amazing place, amazing people, amazing service, the best cocktails in the world (and remember, I've tasted cocktails in a pretty big chunk of the world, so I know what I'm talking about). His friends were there, his sister was there, a couple of my friends were there, I was there... it was, in my opinion, the best birthday he has ever had!


His birthday got even better than expected, when his best friend missed his flight back to Mexico and suprised him. ¡Fede, te amamos!


It was fun. Honey got a lot of gifts (which means I got a lot of gifts!). There was some dancing (I refuse to post the videos...), there was some singing (those videos can be seen in Honey's facebook page), there was some pool-playing, some dart-throwing, tons of shot-drinking... and then, at 6 a.m., there was some breakfast-eating :-)

Of course, like with any normal, traditional birthday, there was a cake. But this cake was special, because I baked it. Yes, you read that right: I BAKED A CAKE. And not only did I bake a cake, I also decorated the cake. And it tasted delicious--that, or Germans are extremely polite! And it was not a just-add-water-type of cake, I had to add eggs and other stuff.


Happy birthday, Honey. With this awesome beginning, your 26th year will definitely be one to remember!


Comments

  1. Irene ChegwinDecember 18, 2010 at 5:08 AM

    Parranda vallenata... NO JOOOOODDDDAAA..! A excepción de que el cake estaba delicioso no tengo duda de que todo fue realmente esPEPtacular.

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  2. Gustav HergettDecember 20, 2010 at 7:09 PM

    Si fue espeptacular te amo mi amor ........

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