Well, as it turns out you aren’t allowed to opt out of having a birthday every year. It appears that it ranks up in the same category as death and taxes. I guess you could pretend you never had a birthday, although people may become suspicious when you state your age as 19 while pushing your walker down the laxative isle. So, deciding to embrace my birthday this year I decided a nice dress up dinner was the key.
Kevin and I had dinner at the Capital Grill. The filet mignon was out of this world, I barely needed to use a knife it was so tender. Then the creamiest mashed potatoes I have ever had. I am sure there was at least a pound of butter in the potatoes. But as one of my birthday cards said, if it has a candle in it, the calories don’t count. Or as I say if it is your birthday day, calories don’t count all day. We then were treated to a sinfully good dessert, coconut cream pie. My mouth is watering just remembering it.
To finish off the night we ended up at the Green Russell, a speak easy bar in Larimer Square. A fun secretive little place in the basement of a building, where the bartenders are dressed up in 30′s garb including tweed hats. As you belly up to the bar, you simple ask for the bartender’s choice. They ask you what type of alcohol and what sort of favors you like. I told him vodka and cinnamon. He made me an incredible martini with vodka, cinnamon, nutmeg and a splash of cream. It was amazing.
So as I head into being 36, I feel thankful that I have been given yet another year on this amazing earth. Also, that I am back in Colorado and soooo happy to be back home. Here is to making every moment count.
I love Colorado!!
|taken the night of my birthday in Larimer Square|