I took my darling girlfriend out to dinner at Cafe Atlantico on Friday night for her birthday, and while the entrees were fantastic we didn’t find any deserts that really blew our skirts up.
Yes Wayan, we were indeed both wearing skirts. So nyah.
So we decided to go over to Love Cafe for a happy birthday cupcake. While they didn’t have any candles for us (what’s up with that, Warren? They’re cheap and I’da paid $1 for one! Make a note – new profit center.) they did say that if DG could pony up ID showing that it was her birthday then her cupcake would be free! She did and it was.
So go by on your special day, buy a cup of coffee and enjoy your birthday cupcake. And remember: no matter how much getting older may suck, it beats the only known alternative.
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.
Hmm, guess I just did.
My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.
