My birthday started out much like any other ordinary day. I ran errands and went to the magazine office. Afterwards, AJ and CH came over to drop off gifts for me that were too big to go the the restaurant.
We went to Lucy's Table for a happy hour dinner. I had goat cheese ravioli which was really good but tiny, so I also ate prosciutto-wrapped asparagus. Joining us there were LT and my sister (who technically got a ride with us). Once we finished dinner, we decided to go to Blue Hour for dessert. Three of us ordered different things and we all had different opinions of which was best. Mine was a panna cotta type dish with blueberry sauce over the top. Whatever my sister got was the best---I have no idea what it was though.
After dessert I felt like I just wanted to walk around. I wasn't in the mood for more drinking because I'm not much of a drinker. We ended up at the previously-blogged about Jamison Square park where we noticed two unattended fire trucks. Everything else went out of my mind but posing for pictures with those trucks. It was...HILARIOUS. We were making quite a big deal of it until two firemen appeared as if from nowhere with ice cream cones.
They asked us what we were up to. We told them we were posing with the truck and asked what they were doing. They said they were getting ice cream. My sister then offered up that it was my birthday and they offered us to take pictures IN the truck. Then my sister told them they should take us for a ride, so they did. There are pictures to prove it. After it was over we finished out the night at Olive or Twist. We shared a couple drinks because I think we were all done for the night but we used the time to reflect on the occurrence.
It might be a birthday experience that is hard to top.
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