My birthday was a pretty low-key affair. Considering it fell on a Saturday, this is either awesome or just plain lame. I’ll let you decide.
I got up in the morning, I went to the gym because it was and because the instructor promised me she’d play techno CombatBraveheart. I went and fed a friend’s cats for her. I came home and showered. Jon and I went to lunch, we wanted to go to MinGa, this great Korean place by our house that I’ve been meaning to review here forever. Unfortunately, MinGa was closed over Spring Break for kitchen renovations. BUMMER. We ended up going to Garden, this Chinese place we used to frequent instead. I had Dan Dan noodles, which are reliably good there:
And then, since it was my birthday, I ordered three scoops of ice cream:
The flavors were ginger (up front), red bean (pink), and mango. And I ate most of it myself.
Don’t let that second spoon fool you; Jon only had one bite of ice cream. I did most of this damage on my own. This is either awesome or just plain lame.
I also had a fortune cookie.
And my fortune was pretty telling:
I guess that makes me three scoops of ice cream, and some lasagna, and some cake.