Normally I love my birthday. It’s that one special day a year that all about me (secretly, I believe every day of the year should be all about me, but that’s the day that I can proudly proclaim is “officially” all about me). However, this year was a little bit depressing…
Apparently, given the fact that I was born in 1977, I am now 30 years old. I’m not really sure where the time went, or how it could be physically possible that I’ve already lived 30 whole years, but I guess it’s true. I’m 30. Thirty. Yikes! I guess now it’s time to “grow up” and start “acting my age.” Considering, I still feel like I’m 21, that’s going to be harder than it sounds…
Anyway, thanks to my lovely new friends here in Bangkok, and my wonderful husband, I had a tasty birthday dinner at a surprisingly good Italian restaurant called Limoncello:
My favorite part was the delicious dessert tray, which didn’t take long to go from this:
And, I also liked the cute Thai pizza chef tossing the dough like a pro:
I think he was secretly flattered at my documentation of his professional pizza tossing abilities.
By the time my birthday rolls around again, I want to do something even more exciting downtown – anyone have any recommendations?